He noticed that Qi Longbing's face showed not the slightest hint of guilt, as if his actions were perfectly justified.
Qi Lingfeng wasn't angry; he just felt that this realization wasn't so devastating to him.
Yes, because Hua Xiaomo was always meant to belong to him, Qi Longbing. He had no reason to feel guilty. So, the superfluous one here could only be me, Qi Lingfeng...
Qi Longbing glanced at him, his dear younger brother, his gaze filled with an icy coldness. Perhaps he should have confronted him directly long ago. However, many rational thoughts told him not to, so he resisted the impulse to find him.
"So you knew all along. Why did you still take her abroad?" Qi Longbing's expression turned frostier as he stared at him.
Hearing this, Qi Lingfeng smirked knowingly. He looked at his brother, casually picking up one of Qi Longbing's pens and twirling it in his hand.
