"What, don't you think you owe us an apology?"
Chi Jingming asked with a face that said it was only right and proper.
With a cold laugh, Chi Jingxuan retorted, "Did I say I wanted to celebrate my birthday? Was it me who told you to go to the old house to celebrate it for me?"
Chi Jingming's face stiffened, and he was at a loss for words.
Seeing Chi Zhenghong's ashen face and Wang Lin's incessant complaints from last night, coupled with his anger at having been stood up all night, Jingming had stormed home without eating dinner and went straight to bed.
From midnight on, his stomach ached so badly that he broke out in cold sweats, which only made him even angrier at Jingxuan.
Getting up early, he had pursued his brother to the Dijing headquarters, just to receive an apology, but he hadn't expected that Jingxuan's counter question would make him feel as if his family of three had taken things too personally.
