Jiuming was utterly confused. He took a deep drag of his cigarette and swallowed it, coughing repeatedly.
He wanted to ask, "Aren't you angry? Aren't you sad?" But then he thought, isn't that just rubbing salt on the wound? He decided to keep his mouth shut.
"Haven't had breakfast yet, have we? I missed dinner last night too. Come on, let me treat you to the most luxurious breakfast in the Imperial City."
"If I call you brother, Bei Jiang would die of anger when he gets back, wouldn't he?"
"Let's worry about that when he returns." As soon as Huo Beijiang was gone, Ying Jiuming would start feeling on top of the world. Shamelessly, he said, "Just treat me like your real brother. I just happen to not have a sister. From now on, I've got your back. If anyone dares to bully you, I'll make them pay."
"Are you sure?"
