Ling Chen broke the jar.
That break seemed to carry a hint of anger.
Because not long ago, Ling Chen had a dispute with his brother.
Ling Fu said:
"You should lead by example, that way I won't fall from my high position. The account just now, I haven't settled it with you yet."
Ling Chen was confused:
"Brother... what did I do wrong?"
Ling Fu laughed and said:
"Do I need you to speak when I'm here? 'Let the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled die, better than letting young and capable people die.' Ha, good brother, do you think you have strong organizational skills?"
Ling Fu's smile frightened Ling Chen. He remembered his brother smiling like this when they were kids, then hitting him.
But in an instant, the cruelty in Ling Fu's smile faded:
"But don't be afraid, we are brothers. In this world, you are my only relative."
"You already went in once because you took the blame for me. So this time, let's perform well and try to grab onto Wen Xishu's leg."
