The two spoke in low voices, but Jie Jingchen, whose eyes and ears missed nothing, still heard them. He continued to read his book quietly, his expression unchanged.
In this test of patience, Jie Jianjun was the first to break. He turned and walked back, but this time he didn't sit in the wicker chair beside Jie Jingchen. Instead, he took the stone stool Granny had just vacated. "Jing Si."
"Second Uncle, is there something else?" Jie Jingchen's gaze didn't move from his book.
Jie Jianjun was seething. He was the elder, after all. An attitude like Jie Jingchen's could only mean one of two things: either the boy had no upbringing, or he held him in complete contempt.
"Enough with the reading." Jie Jianjun's patience finally snapped. He snatched the book from Jie Jingchen's hands and sneered, "Reading, always reading. What's the matter, you think you're going to college?"
