Hong Xiaoyu pondered, "What do you think they were just arguing about? Could it really be because of my brother?"
"I don't think so, maybe it's about another man."
Hong Xiaoyu couldn't help but laugh and cry, in his view, the Maserati had already merged onto the road, gradually moving away, the taillights becoming hazy, blending into the river of lights and shadows.
"I really admire my brother."
He spoke with emotion, sighing, "If it were me, I wouldn't even be able to sit down for a meal together..."
"You've got quite the imagination."
Duan Xueying interrupted.
Hong Xiaoyu quickly realized his mistake and explained, "I didn't mean it that way, I was just speaking casually, don't misunderstand."
Whether there was a misunderstanding was unknown, but Duan Xueying didn't show any sign of being upset, she teased, "Are you envious of your brother?"
"No."
Hong Xiaoyu shook his head vigorously, more determined than when pledging to the party, "Absolutely not!"
That's right.
