Mu Yingchen glanced at him, his voice suddenly growing cold, "How is your brother doing?"
Zhuo Rongxuan snorted, "Him? Just mooching off at home!"
Su Wanxia looked at the expression on his face, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Although from their conversation, it seemed he and his brother weren't blood-related, it still didn't seem right that he was so indifferent to his brother's well-being.
"But still, thanks for leaving him a way out. Otherwise, my old man would have raised hell," Zhuo Rongxuan said with a hint of sarcasm.
How ridiculous, both sons of the same father, yet he showered all his affection on that good-for-nothing illegitimate son.
If it weren't for his father's indulgence, Zhuo Ronghao might not have turned out to be such a mess today.
The more Su Wanxia heard, the less she understood, so she directly voiced her doubts, "What happened to your brother?"
