Chu Hao was also moved, his voice hoarse as he said, "I've had neither a father nor a mother since I was young; I was taken in by an old lady in the countryside. After she passed away when I was eight, I was adopted by an orphanage. Heh... I was on my own, facing this city, so hungry I couldn't stand it, so I went to the bridge to tell fortunes. Sometimes I had a meal, sometimes I didn't. It was Old Brother Mo who helped me out."
"Old Brother Mo, I toast to you."
With that, Chu Hao downed a large cup of liquor in one go—he was truly grateful.
Ankang Mo let out a chuckle and downed his drink as well.
Yu Sicheng and Wang Meng exchanged glances—neither had realized Chu Hao was in such a predicament.
Wang Meng burst into laughter and said, "Ah-Hao, if you don't look down on us brothers, how about we swear brotherhood? From now on, we'll be family."
Chu Hao's eyes shone; he could see that these three had good hearts and that he got along well with them.
