Luo Fan listened to what Ye Futian said and smirked, clapping his little brother's shoulder. He said, "We're family after all, aren't we? Isn't this for our second sister's sake, eh?"
"Really?" Zhuge Mingyue smiled sheepishly at Luo Fan, which made him shudder as he smiled. Holding his head high, he said, "Indeed."
"Don't bother about him, little brother," Zhuge Mingyue said, looking at the flames. While Ye Futian had recently become rather rich, the flames were of such a level that they were really going to cost him.
"Could you be more biased, sister?" Luo Fan said with a glum face.
"Now you know," Zhuge Mingyue said with a smile as she looked at the dejected expression on Luo Fan's face. Ye Futian, however, smiled and asked, "What is the price for these flames, senior?"
