"Don't call him big brother. He's Han Mo, a son of a prestigious family in Emperor City, not someone our Wen Family can easily get close to. Don't randomly claim kinship."
Wen Shirun, tired from fighting, stood to the side, panting slightly.
Han Mo was hit solidly by Wen Shirun three times, but no matter how Wen Shirun moved afterward, he couldn't touch him, so Wen Shirun was left panting.
"Not big brother? Then he looks way too much like big brother!" Wen Shiyu, shocked, scrutinized Han Mo: "He does look slightly different, big brother has double eyelids, and he has single eyelids. Our big brother is even more handsome by a margin."
With a complex expression in his eyes, Han Mo glanced at Wen Shiyu, walked over to Qiao Ran, and naturally held her hand: "Let's go!"
Qiao Ran knew Han Mo wouldn't acknowledge Wen Shirun and his siblings immediately for a reason and looked at Wen Shirun: "I invite you to lunch tomorrow."