Yao Zibao had to admit, growing up, there were always more girls chasing after his brother Lu Huan than himself, until recently when the situation seemed to have changed. Yao Zibao wiped his nose: "But the quality of the girls chasing you doesn't match up to your brother's."
That remark hit the nail on the head.
Lu Huan's brows, a spitting image of Jun Ye's resolute and thick pair, arched with pride, as his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a trace of uncompromising scrutiny—a condescending posture identical to his elder brother's.
Peng Fang knew that he was usually a jovial person, and it was rare to see him like this. Now, witnessing a side of him seldom shown to others, her heart skipped a beat.
It seemed everyone, including herself, got it wrong, terribly wrong, thinking he was nothing like his brother; in reality, the brothers couldn't be more alike, both with the cruel blood of the Lu Family coursing through their veins.
