"Dad and Mom don't need it, just leave it to Big Brother and Little Sister, Qiao Ran and I will make money," Wen Shirun said.
"It's right to leave it to your two sisters, as for your single dog of a brother, he doesn't deserve it!" Pei Qingyue coldly snorted.
Stepping out of the Lu Family's old house, Wen Shimo took out a cigarette, inhaled deeply, and exhaled a thick ring of smoke with force.
Through the swirling smoke, Wen Shimo's gaze was dark and opaque as he looked at Wen Shirun.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner that you already knew Qiao Ran?"
Through the haze, Wen Shirun's eyes were complex as he gazed back at Wen Shimo, his voice low and somber, "If I had told you sooner, would you have fallen for Qiao Ran? Would you have loved Qiao Ran as a person or for her exceptional talents?"
Wen Shimo's heart sank. Even if he had known earlier about Qiao Ran's talents, before discovering Song Wanqing's true nature, his loyalty to Song Wanqing would not have changed.