Wei Ming swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. He looked at Ji Qiutang standing at the doorway. The two met eyes; Ji Qiutang's deep eyes were clear and indifferent, while Wei Ming hesitated slightly before averting his gaze like an angry child, yet with a hint of hatred and disgust, alongside a bit of grievance and contradiction.
Slightly turning his back to Ji Qiutang, Wei Ming answered his phone, "Fourth Brother."
"Is Jiu with you?"
Qin Zhan skipped the pleasantries with his younger brother who had faced life and death, directly pinpointing his aim. Wei Ming, who had mentally prepared himself to change the topic and chat with Qin Zhan, was suddenly at a loss, squatting on the ground feeling like crying but without tears.
Oh, Brother! I really don't know whether to cry or laugh!
Finally, a call comes, and what you ask about is the new brother. You really prefer new to old, abandoning your eighth brother so quickly?!
