Zhao Yun stared at Pei Ziheng with his eyes wide and his mouth agape, speechless for a long while.
Pei Ziheng looked up, his eyes darker than ink.
"Liang Xiaowen is your sister, but if you want to seek justice for her, I'm always here to accompany you," he said.
Zhao Yun came back to his senses, "She's my sister, but you're still my brother."
Compared to Pei Ziheng's underhandedness and his tit-for-tat attitude, what shocked him even more was that Pei Ziheng could be so accurate.
To think he could hit whoever he wanted with such a big basketball, that was just too awesome.
Zhao Yun added, "It's her own fault for bullying the young, she deserves the lesson."
With that simple statement, he had made his position clear.
Between his sister and his brother, he chose his brother.
The corners of Pei Ziheng's lips curved up slightly.
He had deliberately told Zhao Yun the truth as a way of testing him, and the outcome was evidently very satisfying to him.
