Living Room.
The two brothers sat facing each other across the coffee table.
Chu Ge's belly and back, which had been rolling with durians, were now empty, but his head and shoulders were still weighed down by them. He sat there with his hands in his pockets, looking constipated.
Zhang Qiren looked him over, clicking his tongue in amazement.
He was familiar with the utensils here. Seeing Chu Ge's discomfort, he simply made tea himself, acting almost like a part-time host.
After all, he had only been gone for a short time, less than a month. Most people would be like this when they returned home after a long business trip.
Qiu Wuji simply hid inside, not showing herself. She had no desire to socialize with a mortal, especially since such a mortal would likely greet her with "Hello, sis
