Thinking about Mo Yi's personality, it's not impossible, and Ming Ge couldn't help but feel frustrated.
Gong Yeyan squinted his eyes, holding his wife's slender waist, his voice indifferent, "Even if it's nothing for sure, his leg was indeed shot, just not to the point of being crippled."
Ming Ge leaned her head against Gong Yeyan and hesitantly asked, "Is he... really your brother?"
Although the identical appearance was already the best evidence, she always felt it was a bit unreal.
"Maybe." Gong Yeyan said mysteriously.
"I think so." She was the one who doubted, and also the one who was certain. Women are probably just that changeable.
"Then so be it." Gong Yeyan was indifferent to this, as if having one more brother or one less brother made no difference to him.
