City A, Yan Family Mansion.
The first family dinner after Yan Sijue's return was not very harmonious.
The quiet dining room was filled only with the clinking of knives and forks.
"Sijue?" Old Sir Yan suddenly spoke.
Yan Sijue put down his knife and fork: "Grandpa, do you need something?"
"Have you found out who did it?" Old Sir Yan asked sternly.
Yan Sijue smiled faintly: "Of course it's the enemy."
Old Sir Yan's eyebrows twitched, seeming somewhat angry.
The atmosphere at the dining table momentarily froze.
"I asked you who exactly!" Old Sir Yan repeated.
"Probably arms smugglers... worried that the Yan Family is encroaching on their business. Who exactly it is is still under investigation." Yan Sijue smiled, "Grandpa, you don't need to worry, I'll just be more careful next time."
Old Sir Yan pursed his lips, a hint of bitterness and helplessness flickering in his eyes.
The more lightly Yan Sijue treated the matter, the less Old Sir Yan could let it go.
