Xia Chengzong held his own hair, a pained expression on his face as he spoke lowly, "Ha, how is it irrelevant? My family members are scoundrel, and I am a thug—not a good bunch at all!"
Xia Chuyi exhaled. She knew her elder brother had been deeply hurt by their family.
Every family has their own difficult scripture to chant, and often the most hurtful and helpless things come from one's closest kin.
"They are they, you are you."
"Just like my mom is my mom, and I am me."
"Would you treat me like my mom just because of her?"
Xia Chengzong lifted his head but quickly looked down again, his voice repressed as he said, "They will come again."
He knew this fact all too well, which made him feel especially unable to raise his head.
"Don't worry, soon, they won't dare to come," Xia Chuyi said calmly, a cold gleam flashing in her eyes.
If she remembered correctly, the incident that caused Xia Chengzu to lose his job was about to happen.
