"Sixth Brother." Yan Yuanfei's eyes were wet. He wanted to help him up and stop him from kneeling, but he realized that he did not even have the energy to do so. He could only look at him helplessly and say, "Get up first."
How many years had it been since he had seen Sixth Brother cry? He was the illegitimate son of the Lu Family. The power struggle had made him suffer a lot. Every time he had met him, he had ended up crying miserably.
Later, when he had gotten older, he had stopped crying. When he had reached adulthood and obtained the Lu Family's assets, his wrists had become stable and his back had gotten stiff, so he had stopped crying.
Jiang Zhe's fists were clenched so tightly that they were bleeding. He was so calm that it was scary. He looked at him and said, "Second Brother, what's going on? Where have you been hiding from us all these years? What can't you tell us? Can't we discuss this?"
