'Let him remember, the young master he belittles today will one day stand above us all.'
Mo Yuan straightened his posture silently, his hands clasped behind his back, standing like an unbreakable shadow behind Mu Shen's chair as breakfast continued under the pale golden light, each of them lost in their own thoughts, each playing their part in a silent game of power only just beginning.
"You can have your breakfast!" Mu Shen notified Mo Yuan, who nodded his head.
Zi Xuan sat quietly beside Zi Xin, his small fingers gripping the hem of his brother's sleeve tightly.
His heart was pounding so hard it almost hurt his chest. He hated it, seeing his brother angry, seeing strangers walk into their peaceful mornings and ruin it with tension and unspoken danger. He had defended him yesterday and worried that as the breadwinner of his family, he couldn't be fired yet, but now, he understood his brother, this man was dangerous.
