No Need to Thank Me

Xu Zhengyang leaned back in his seat. His cheek was already red and swollen, and the taste of blood lingered in his mouth.

Instead of getting angry at Qi Shenbai's curses, he smiled. "Thank you."

This was the first time he had seen Qi Shenbai expressing his negative emotions. Now, the man finally felt like a mortal with flesh and blood.

And it was still for his younger sister, Xu Jiaojiao.

Qi Shenbai straightened his tie and sat back in his seat indifferently. "No need to thank me."

Xu Zhengyang drank another mouthful of baijiu, and the taste of blood in his mouth faded a little. Before he got up and left, he hesitated for a moment before patting Qi Shenbai's shoulder.

"Happy birthday."

…

Xu Jiaojiao had just come out, but she did not see anyone. When she went upstairs, she saw Qi Shenbai sitting on a chair, looking at the night sky with a lonely expression. No one knew what he was thinking.