Mo Beiyan reached out and stopped his shoulder, the two leaned together, from this angle, their side profiles were so refined that they looked like real brothers, "I am your brother."
"My brother is already dead," Mo Nanjue elbowed past him and dodged sideways, his chiseled jaw slightly raised, "Do you want to die too?"
Mo Beiyan withdrew his hand, always smiling, with a nonchalant demeanor that made it hard to read what he was thinking, he spread his hands, "No, I don't want to."
Mo Nanjue sneered, "It seems Mo's is about to go bankrupt, and you still have to run to a place like South Africa to set up a Flame Hall, what, can't even afford food?"
"Jue, why do you always blame these unfounded things on me?" Mo Beiyan had a devilish thin smile on his handsome face, "You know I've always feared trouble, playing with a few women and having a few drinks, I ask for nothing more, isn't that what life is all about, enjoying to the fullest?"
