In the president's office of Dongheng International:
The confrontation between two men was about to erupt.
Qin Mu raised his hand to wipe the blood off the corner of his mouth, appearing even more carefree.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, watching as Feng Lie grabbed the hem of his own clothes with one hand, while the other hand was raised, ready to punch him at any moment.
But... the raised hand ultimately hesitated and never came down.
The smile at the corner of Qin Mu's mouth deepened, between brothers, no words were needed; their thoughts were always known to each other.
So...
Feng Lie always saw him as a brother...
That had never changed.
Qin Mu tugged at the corner of his mouth, then looked at the man in front of him, with pursed lips.
"Feng Lie... I miss us from ten years ago..."
Young and passionate.
Full of sincerity.
Always dreaming of achieving something great.
Hmm...
But in fact, ten years later.
