Rong Yinghuang and he were full siblings, with faces somewhat similar.
But at that moment, clouds passed in the sky, light obscured, and the sunlight that cast down from above was dim, shrouding the other's face in a layer of shadow.
That smile, too, was rather unsettling.
Rong Yinghui ignored him, carefully putting the Talisman Paper back into his pocket.
Rong Yinghuang's smile couldn't hold up any longer, and he reached out his hand wanting to take that Talisman Paper.
"Big brother, why do you still believe in this stuff?"
Rong Yinghui was a patient man, but he wasn't without temper.
Not to mention, since returning to the country, bad luck had haunted him continuously, even the best temper couldn't withstand that.
He dodged as the other continued to reach out, nearly snatching it.
Rong Yinghui directly grabbed the other's arm, exerting force.
"Hiss—Brother, what are you doing?!"
"Talk if you want to talk, but don't always come at me with hands and feet ready."
