So, Qi Yun let out a long sigh, looked sincerely at the two and said, "Brother Meng, Old Wei, what you're saying makes us sound like strangers. Is our brotherly bond worth less than a few bottles of wine?
If I, Qi Yun, ask for your help in the future, do I need to weigh whether I'm qualified first?"
"Don't worry about how much this wine is worth; it's just a token of my appreciation. If you both accept me as a brother, then take it happily without overthinking."
Qi Yun's slightly "questioning" words left Liu Meng and Wei Yong momentarily stunned.
The two exchanged a glance, their faces showing a hint of embarrassment.
Liu Meng opened his mouth, wanting to say something in his defense, but didn't know where to begin.
He knew that Qi Yun spoke this way simply to make him feel comfortable accepting the wine.
