Qi Xingzhou's words made Qi Chen, who was originally checking to see if the rental conditions at Jiang Ning's place were safe, tremble, and he turned around with a complex expression to look at Qi Xingzhou, "What do you mean by 'take her'?"
The last time he had heard his little brother ask for something, it seemed to be over a decade ago, when a four- or five-year-old Qi Xingzhou with chubby little hands pointed at a Luban blocks toy in a babyish voice, wanting to take it home...
At that time, he purchased the blocks toy with some money.
But Jiang Ning was a living person.
This little brother of his hadn't made a request in over ten years, and when he finally did, it was a challenging one.
After tossing the question back to Qi Xingzhou, Qi Xingzhou furrowed his brow and thought very seriously.
