Many noble families, even among legitimate brothers, have plenty of mutual suspicions and defenses.
But he never doubted Ye Xingli, trusted him just the same as he trusted himself.
Because he knew, his brother, though a bit wild and carefree, was pure, sincere, and kind. No matter when or where, he could rely on him without hesitation.
In this regard, he was inferior to his brother.
"I can't really compare to your competence!" Ye Xingli clutched his other arm, slinging it over his neck to support him, "Brother, because of you, I can live as free and careless as I want to be. Nobody is perfect, you certainly have your imperfect areas, but no matter how imperfect, you're still my brother, and I stand by you!"
Ye Xinglan chuckled, "You silly boy!"
