Xu Zhen was groggily called by his brother to meet new friends and then groggily sat down.
A river of grievances flowed within him.
The dishes Xu Jing ordered were all to the guests' tastes.
Xu Zhen: "..."
His second brother had changed.
Hazarding a guess, he either had his eye on that school-uniformed girl or the white-haired pretty boy performance artist.
Xu Jing glanced at his brother, who was burying his head in his food, and while smiling at the guests, smacked Xu Zhen on the head.
Xu Zhen was baffled.
Xu Jing: "Don't just focus on eating, learn about the family business, and don't be fooled by others all day long in your foolishness."
Xu Zhen: "..."
He really hadn't seen this coming. Could he, could he really no longer be the carefree, unknowledgeable and idle, handsome and free-spirited rich third generation anymore?
Woe is me.
Could he not be his mother's biological child?
