Zhao Bing carelessly stuck a Soft Zhonghua Cigarette into his mouth, furiously clicking on the screen while lighting the cigarette, and muttered, "Stop nagging me, can't you see I'm in a match? This is a promotion match, you'll be responsible if I lose, got it?"
Zhao Chi saw it all and, although he didn't say anything, he sighed deeply inside. The way his elder brother was acting, where was the semblance of an adult? At the age of thirty-something, he still acted like a spoiled young master, as if he never grew up.
"Little Bing must be tired from work, let him play games for a bit! Hehe, it's still early, I'll keep busy with lunch, and once he's done with his game, we can eat." Feng Haiyan said cheerfully, then went off to the kitchen.
Zhao Chi took a deep breath, trying hard not to get angry with his immature brother, and asked flatly, "Big brother, what have you been busy with lately?"
