Staring at Jun Mo, Fan Shaoming's smile faded as he asked in a deep voice, "Will big brother help me this time?"
This time it was Jun Mo who laughed. He too leaned back against the sofa, and his handsome face bore a calculating smile, "Shaoming, if you can give big brother a reason to help you unconditionally, he will."
Fan Shaoming looked down at his hands, playing with his fingers. His fingers were slender, his palms thick, and his skin fair and smooth, probably because he often used hand cream. He took grooming quite seriously.
"What does big brother want in return, speak, I can listen." It wasn't common for someone to be so arrogant when asking for help, but Fan Shaoming was one of those rare few.
His demeanor, his tone, was as if he were granting Jun Mo the opportunity to make demands. Even though it was Jun Mo who had asked him for the reason, he turned it around and made Jun Mo state his conditions first.
