Lu Mingzhen's face was so filled with rage he could hardly contain it, "Why didn't you tell me about your older brother's situation!"
Seeing him so angry, Lu Lingche had anticipated his question but still asked, "What about my brother? Isn't he alright?"
"The fact that he's not my biological son!"
Lu Lingche's face remained indifferent, "How do you know that?"
"I went to see Fang Liuye!"
"So it was her who told you."
"Such a big issue, Fang Liuye tells you, and you don't bother telling me? Why didn't you warn me?!"
In the cold night, Lu Mingzhen was almost roaring, his forehead veined with anger, his eyes red, seemingly suffering from an extreme mental blow.
Yet Lu Lingche remained indifferent to his fury, unmoved, "What's there to say? Even if he's not your biological child, he is still your son, and he's my older brother, right?"
"Of course not!"