Qi Jiuxiang was different from the lively and active Qi Changrong; he was delicate and refined, dressed in a dark red outfit that made his skin appear pale and translucent.
It also emphasized a fragile, delicate vulnerability.
He was wrapped in a heavy black cloak that seemed as though it could crush him.
"Ah Rong has arrived."
In truth, he had felt a headache coming on at the sound of Qi Changrong's voice, but there was no helping it—the man seemed to like crowding around him.
"Sixth Brother! Ah, yes, here I am! Sixth Brother, come in quick! It's freezing outside!"
Qi Changrong said enthusiastically, laughing as he grasped his hand and led him into the house.
As if he were the master of the house.
