Their group all called Xue Ling "Ling'er," not in a formal, textbook "er" sound, but blending Ling and er into one consonant, a sound you'd only hear from people who are extremely close.
Xue Ling took a sip of his drink and gave a bitter smile, "What else can I do? If someone is stuck on a thought, no matter how hard others try, they can't be pulled out of it."
Yi Hui, sitting next to him, frowned, "Is your father still siding with your stepbrother? Still wants to give the company to him?"
"What stepbrother?" Xue Ling tilted his head back and finished his drink in one go, then lowered his head and said softly, "We're all family here, I won't hide it. I've checked, Xue Jie is not my dad's stepson at all; he's my dad and my stepmom's child, he's an illegitimate son."
Everyone in the room was drawn in by his words, even those sitting further away and chatting about other topics stopped their conversations and glanced over.
