The photo inside showed a young man in his prime who was smiling brightly.
Meng Ping immediately noticed the photo, and his previously drowsy eyes instantly cleared up.
Dad is looking at my brother's photo again! He had thought countless times that it would have been better if his brother hadn't died; he would rather have been the one to die than his brother.
He represented the hope of the Meng Family, a rising star, while he was just a wastrel, a second-generation heir.
"It's... it's nothing!" Meng Xingzhi quickly put away the photo, secretly hoping his younger son hadn't seen it.
"Dad, stop hiding it!" said Meng Ping bluntly.
"You saw it?" Meng Xingzhi asked, a bit embarrassed.
"You take it out to look at it all the time, I can hardly miss it."
"Hehe..." Meng Xingzhi laughed wistfully, "Your brother has been gone for two years now, time really flies."