"Big brother, why have you come?"
Zhu Ting got into the car, looking at his brother who seemed like a deity.
Ever since childhood, he had been compared to Zhu Xiang, one who was a gentle and modest gentleman, the other a wild and unruly madman.
Even though they had the same mother, their treatment was worlds apart.
Zhu Xiang, blessed with exceptional talent, was cultivated by the family with all they had, whereas he, with only average talent and a difficult personality, was left to fend for himself by the family, and they even sent him away to the countryside just to be out of sight.
"Why I came? Of course, I'm here to take you back. You've been getting out of hand these recent years."
Zhu Xiang looked at his brother in front of him; how could he still be called a member of the Zhu Family? He had done all kinds of bad things outside, smearing the family's name, and the family's dissatisfaction with him had been growing.