Watching Lu Zishu who hadn't yet recovered, Duan Xi stood beside him, his gaze indifferent as he flexed the fist he had just used to hit someone: "Are you clear-headed now?"
"…" Seeing Duan Xi, who looked like he would hit him again if he dared say he wasn't, Lu Zishu rubbed his face and climbed up to sit.
He glanced at the papers scattered all over the ground, then looked at Duan Xi, not sure if he was really clear-minded or just afraid of being beaten, he finally nodded and said, "Sorry."
Duan Xi cast a brief look at him and turned back to the desk, retrieving a black box from the safe beside it, wrapped in a golden cloth, clearly preserved with great care.
"These belong to your brother. You decide whether you want to take them back or how to handle them."
Lu Zishu opened the box in front of Duan Xi, inside were not only certificates of honor but also a letter addressed to Lu Zishu personally.
Lu Zishu's eyes reddened, his hand trembling as he picked up the letter.
