"Little sister, please stop talking, it's all my fault. You see, you've had your fun too, let's just leave it at that."
Li Hao saw that Qiao Si's expression was growing colder, and he even faintly felt that Qiao Si now wanted to kill him.
Having fun, indeed he had his fun today. He was the one who made that girl have fun.
Who was Qiao Si? In the capital, no one dared to provoke him. If Qiao Si really killed him, it would probably be as simple as crushing an ant.
"Brother?"
Qiao Si's face became even more grim, his voice so cold that it made people shiver.
"Who gave you the courage to claim you're her brother?"
Qiao Si was not pleased with these two words.
Sometimes 'brother' is not just a simple term of address—it can also denote a kind of ambiguous and intimate calling under certain circumstances.
"Fourth Master Qiao, I misspoke. I am not her brother, I am just scum."
Li Hao quickly knelt on the ground, slapping his own face with a bloodied hand.
