"Laosan, you're back?" Zhou Xikang was the first to greet him. Just as his hand was about to land on Zhou Mikang's shoulder, he quickly bent it to touch his own forehead, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I've missed you." Zhou Xiangping, who had been watching his every move, contemptuously curled her lip, and others also had a hint of a hidden smile in their eyes.
Laosan Zhou Mikang hated being touched, and, ironically, Eldest brother Zhou Xikang always tried to tease him but always failed at the last moment. Everyone was accustomed to his wolfish antics, yet they couldn't help but look forward to a breakthrough, which unfortunately, always ended in disappointment.
"Wasn't it you who came looking for me the day before yesterday?" Zhou Mikang glanced at Zhou Xikang indifferently and said emotionlessly, "I'm not the woman you adore, no need for such nonsensical flattery."
