"Hoo."
Kyoto Hotel.
Zhong Xiaoye stood by the window, the sunlight casting layers across his face, one side bright, the other dark.
The cigar between his fingers burned slowly.
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."
The doorbell rang.
The bodyguard inside opened the door, and Little Brother Xiao walked in, still not fully recovered, moving slowly.
"Big brother."
Reaching behind Zhong Xiaoye, he bowed his head deeply, adopting an attitude of bearing the rod to make amends.
"How's your body?"
"I'm fine, just embarrassed you, big brother."
Little Brother Xiao didn't dare to look up.
Zhong Xiaoye faced Chang'an Street, smoking his cigar at a leisurely pace.
"It's not your fault."
As the big brother, one must distinguish right from wrong, reward and punish fairly; it's not right to vent anger on a subordinate when things go awry, or else who would still follow you?
Was Little Brother Xiao at fault?
At most, he just tried to push someone first, which was a bit impolite.
