"I understand," Sang Shen closed his eyes in agony, his voice tight with pain. When things had gotten to this point, what was there that he couldn't understand?
He had given Jiaojiao a chance to explain, but never extended the same courtesy to Sang Qiao.
Perhaps the old Sang Qiao didn't even understand why her once doting brother had suddenly grown to despise her.
"It's getting late, I'm heading back to the club," said Sang Siyang, feeling pity for his second brother but unable to sympathize; after all, when it came to being cruel to Sang Qiao, aside from Third Brother, Second Brother was the worst.
But in Sang Qiao's eyes, probably all four of them were the same. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a profound sense of helplessness.
"Alright," Sang Shen responded numbly, not knowing how he should get in touch with Sang Qiao, or even what he should do next.
Qiaoqiao simply didn't want to have anything to do with him now...
