"What happened?" Xia Jiankai asked, his face a picture of puzzlement as he swiveled around in his wheelchair to look at his younger brother.
The latter bore an innocent look of surprise, "Who upset you, little bro? You're so angry as soon as you come back."
Since Xia Jiankai had lost the use of his legs at a young age, the only remaining heir to the Xia Corporation was the Xia Jianqing, his younger brother. To the nineteen-year-old, older brother seemed weak, somewhat antisocial since losing his legs, typically locking himself in the house. He sighed and muttered, "Forget it."
Thinking to himself, 'How could I have entrusted the responsibility of looking after Chenxing to my totally useless brother? I must have been out of my mind.'
When he had left, Xia Jiankai's innocent face clouded, and a moment later a devil-may-care smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
