Leng Zirui leaned against the desk, casually pulling a cigar from the box on the table and fiddling with it between his fingers. "Will he die?"
Shen Yizhou put down the phone in his hand, "I will do everything I can to save him!"
Leng Zirui nodded lightly, "You guys should go back and rest. I'd like to be alone for a while."
"Okay."
Shen Yizhou understood his feelings and didn't offer any comfort. He walked over, supported Tong Ya's arm, and left the study together.
Leng Zirui picked up the lighter from the table, placed the cigar between his lips, lit it, and took a deep drag.
The bluish smoke swirled around, blurring his face.
The brothers had a four-year age difference. Since childhood, Leng Zimo had taken care of him like an elder brother. Although Zimo was indifferent by nature, he had always been very fond of Leng Zirui, and the bond between the two brothers was always strong.
