"Qiaoqiao never liked dealing with us," Sang Shen analyzed, unable to bear his eldest brother's crazed behavior. "Ah He responded for her, so she never replied to you. In Qiaoqiao's heart, we're all the same. Do you understand, big brother?"
"I don't understand, nor do I agree with what you're saying," Sang Nanfeng retorted, hardly able to listen anymore. "You all have Qiaoqiao's contact now, so you enjoy making these snide remarks."
"If big brother insists on thinking so poorly of us, there's nothing I can do, but please refrain from manipulating like this next time. It's unseemly for brothers to tear each other apart."
Sang Siyang abandoned his initial attempt to mediate, his face expressionless.
