"Carry the burden together! Stop making a fool of yourself!" Yin Mingjun's eyes filled with even greater pain as the voice thick with irony reached his ears; turning slowly, he found the once handsome face of Yin Jingtian marred, his lips curved in a chilling arc. "You now have only two choices, either take me to the president you're so desperate to please and seek credit, or let me go! What'll it be, how will you choose? My dear Mingjun... brother!"
Brother! Haha, what an ironic term. His brother, the one he loved and respected the most, the one who was supposed to stand by him, was the one who hurt him the most.
"Jingtian..." Looking at Yin Jingtian, Yin Mingjun felt a heart-wrenching pain. Did he really have to speak to him with this tone now, brother... haha... why? Why did it hurt so much to hear that word from him, why was it so bitter?
