Qi Xingzhi sighed and sat down after putting away the portrait. He said lazily, "Brother, go ahead and beat me to death."
"You… stop leaving me hanging. Hurry up and tell me."
Qi Xingfeng gritted his teeth. He was really anxious to death.
Qi Xingzhi looked at the anxious Qi Xingfeng and sighed. "Brother, when mother gave birth to you, why didn't she share some of her brain and Patience with you? She gave it all to me. No wonder I'm not in good health."
Seeing that Qi Xingzhi was still talking nonsense, Qi Xingfeng was really about to spit fire.
Qi Xingzhi then said slowly, "Let me tell you, but you can't make a fuss."
"Alright, alright, alright. Hurry up and say it. If you dawdle in battle like this, the enemy would have already arrived at your door."
Qi Xingfeng was about to die from anxiety. He really wanted to rip open his brother's mouth and dig out everything he knew. If he could, he would have done so long ago.
