Mo Xiao looked up at him, puzzled by the unnatural tone An Chong was using.
He remains silent, waiting for him to continue.
"Big brother, you keep saying that you have a woman you like. So why are you trying to steal my woman, why?"
The last three words were practically squeezed out between An Chong's teeth.
He respected his elder brother since childhood. But why is he doing this to him?
How could he dare to make a move on the woman his younger brother liked?
Mo Xiao knit his brows as he listened, his handsome face growing solemn.
"Achong, do you even know what you're saying?" he said coldly.
