Long Xingkui watched the departing figure of Long Xiliang. His stature was tall and slender, clad in a black shirt that accentuated the golden proportions of his silhouette.
From inside out, he emitted an unapproachable aura, as even his sister—bound by blood—had never reached into his heart.
Brother...
Long Xingkui gazed at the man's majestic back, and there was an indescribable feeling in her heart.
Long Xiliang wouldn't usually be like this. No matter how big the problem, he could handle it with ease and grace. What matter, or what person, could cause him to become so emotional?
Long Xingkui lowered her head, walking away dejectedly. Suddenly, she took out her phone. Someone had called her.
She placed the phone to her ear and listened quietly.
"Hmm? Is everything taken care of?"
"Good, just make sure it's cleanly done."
After briefly instructing the person on the phone, Long Xingkui hung up and placed the phone against her chest, turning to look out the window.
