After signing her name, she turned and smiled at the man sitting behind her on the sofa and reached out her hand. "Brother… I'm relying on you for my livelihood now."
Having lived for over thirty years, it was the first time Mo Han had heard someone calling him 'brother'. He had no brothers or sisters himself; in fact, he was always silent. When he was young, there would be some people who were so-called daughters of his father's friends who would speak in dainty voices and tug at his sleeves, calling him "Brother Mo." Back then, the only sensation in his heart had been irritation. Those little girls who wore sundresses and revolved around him were each more annoying than the last… When he grew up a bit and started school, because of his good looks, he was always firmly one of the top three guys in his year. There would be some girls from the other classes who ran to his classroom and gossiped about him, while stealing glances at him secretly.
