Rong Lin didn't want his brothers to know yet that he had become classmates with his mother, and he was even helping her with her homework.
Rong Zhuo moved his pale and stiff neck, suddenly chuckled softly, a chilling laugh that made one's scalp tingle.
The phoenix eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were half-closed, those were eyes of wisdom that could penetrate the human heart, unusually sharp, making people dare not to look him in the eye easily.
If Rong Lin was afraid of any of his brothers, it would be this second brother the most. Even though there was nothing wrong with his legs, he insisted on sitting in a wheelchair, always so cold and gloomy that Rong Lin barely dared to get close to him.
Perhaps, everyone who has handled a surgical knife is of this nature?
"Second brother, weren't you supposed to have a surgery today? Did you finish it already?" Rong Lin quickly changed the topic with a smile, somewhat ingratiatingly.
