Xia Qie stared dumbfounded at Song Lingzhao, no, Song Lingjie, who was leaning against the carriage wall without a care for his image.
"Do I look like him?"
Xia Qie snapped back to reality, his lips trembling: "Yes."
In these clothes of Song Lingzhao, he really seemed like the person himself. Did these two always look so alike?
Song Lingjie lowered his head and eyes, looking at the narrow sleeves on his wrist, and said calmly, "This only fools outsiders like you. Anyone really close would see through it quickly."
"Then what to do?" Xia Qie seemed a bit nervous: "What if they find out you're a fake? What happens to Second Brother Song?"
"Nothing much." Song Lingjie snorted: "If they find out, either he gets dragged back, or I get beaten to a pulp."
"I think both might happen simultaneously." Xia Qie chuckled with a bit of schadenfreude, then sheepishly scratched his nose after receiving a glance from the other: "Do you want him to be brought back?"
Song Lingjie didn't respond.
