"Sixth Brother? Sixth Brother?"
Qi Changrong saw him spacing out and waved his hand in front of him, trying to regain his attention.
Qi Jiuxiang snapped back to reality, thought for a moment, and then decided to tell the truth, "I haven't asked about the Third and Fourth Brother's situations, but Seventh, he's indeed also not doing well."
Upon hearing this, Qi Changrong immediately sighed in distress, "It's just as I thought. What are we going to do? This must be a family ailment!"
Qi Jiuxiang: "..."
Actually, for him, if it was a family ailment, he would be relieved—it would mean it wasn't his own fault.
All brothers in the same difficult situation, no one could mock anyone else!
Qi Changrong didn't know what he was thinking and muttered, "About Seventh... I haven't heard anything at all!"
He was quite impressed by his ability to keep a secret.
Qi Jiuxiang couldn't help but say, "You stay in the Yan Pavilion all day, what could you possibly hear?"
