"Little brother, you may hate Qiaoqiao, but I like her. You don't need to try to belittle her in front of me. I don't mind any of her behaviors."
Sang Shen could feel his younger brother's strong sense of sarcasm. Ever since they were little, his brother had always carried himself with an air of superiority, and aside from the few years he treated Jiaojiao well, he had hardly ever seen him act like a 'normal' person.
Or maybe in his brother's eyes, no one but himself was worth looking up to.
"Just telling it like it is. If you don't want to listen, you can keep deluding yourself. I don't feel like saying more."
Sang Qingran was like someone whose bubble had been burst, his face changing color for a moment before he quickly recomposed himself.
"Your leg surgery will be performed by my senior brother tomorrow." Leaving these words behind, Sang Qingran walked away.
