"Siyan, even if you've completely lost faith in me, what do you think I'm capable of doing in my current state?"
Sang Nanfeng forced a bitter smile, his clothes not having been changed in a week, his hair unkempt and in disarray, making him look quite wretched and carrying with him a foul odor.
Indeed, Sang Siyang couldn't think of what his older brother could do in such a state.
Penniless and like a rat crossing the street.
Sang Siyang didn't leave but instead squatted next to his older brother, "I'll keep watching over you until Qiaoqiao comes out."
"You're free to do as you please," Sang Nanfeng said indifferently, having already made all the arrangements that needed to be made.
As Sang Siyang squatted there, the sour stench continuously flooding his nostrils caused him to furrow his brows, subtly shifting his position and turning his head to look out the window.
