"Lao Liu, are you playing favorites? Is there such a thing as closeness among brothers?"
The corners of Xie Qiyan's enchanting peach-blossom eyes lit up as if spotting prey. A glimmer of clear light flickered in his gaze, and his lips curled into a seductive, dazzling smile. He continued to eye the treasure in Gu Jingxin's hands.
As a seasoned smoker, it goes without saying that he was utterly enthusiastic about a fine cigar.
"Fine!" Gu Jingxin could only grit his teeth hard. His expression turned ashen as he reluctantly extended his elegant fingers, taking another cigar out of the stash he'd carefully handled sluggishly, before handing it over to Xie Qiyan.
They were brothers who had faced life and death together. With how Xie Qiyan put it, how could he not hand over one of his precious cigars?
There were only three cigars from his father-in-law, and the bleak expression of a certain man now held a strong urge to cry...
