Li Yuntian took a puff of his cigar, and two streams of smoke billowed from his nostrils. His face bore a faint smile, still with that expression as if he could see through everything.
"Xiaohui, there are some things—you know—if you had informed me earlier, I might have been able to do something about it. But it's too late now, so don't blame Brother Tian for being helpless," he said.
Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaohui had a clear understanding in her heart; it was best to be honest and keep to herself in front of someone like Li Yuntian.
"Brother Tian, there's someone in there who's probably my brother, my own brother."
Liu Xiaohui explained, "But this really has nothing to do with me. If I had known my brother was in there, I wouldn't have called you."
