"I never said you're not my brother!" Lu Hechen glanced at him, with a smile in his sharp eyes, "If you weren't my brother, I wouldn't be involved in your business."
As he spoke, he looked meaningfully in Ding Zhicheng's direction.
Song Di was taken aback, as if he was starting to catch on.
His mind raced, and after looking at him for a while, he suddenly realized something and quickly turned to look at Ding Zhicheng again.
Ding Zhicheng had already caught up, swinging an axe in the air, and the sight of it was quite intimidating.
Song Di's mind raced, and as Ding Zhicheng was getting closer, he stopped running and stood there, looking at Ding Zhicheng, then said, "Uncle Ding, I know I was wrong. Please calm down!"
Ding Zhicheng probably didn't expect Song Di to stop running, so he frowned and looked at Song Di.
Song Di, though respectful, was neither servile nor overbearing: "Uncle Ding, please calm down."
Ding Zhicheng glanced at Song Di and lifted the axe slightly.
