There was Hai and before him stood the twins, occasionally exchanging sneaky glances. The entire ordeal with Jin had strangely left Hai in a somber mood - that was what they could sense. The usual chirpiness in his eyes had gotten lost somewhere.
"So you locked up Jin?"
"...Jun is there with him now," Jian said very slowly.
"That's because he insists."
Nian cleared his throat. "We weren't gonna keep him locked up forever. Mom is sick but he was being mean to her! He still wanted her to cook for him. How can Mom cook if she is sick?"
Jian nodded. "Jin cannot be too selfish."
There was no response from him. Eventually, he sat down and exhaled softly.
For the twins, this was a new side of their grandfather. They weren't really used to witnessing his serious expression because he had never made one. But now that he did, they had no clue how to tackle this version of Liu Hai.
"Grandpa…" Jian's palms clasped together. "Did we do something wrong?"
