Xue Fuxiao sighed and said: "Brother Qi, calm down a bit. All these years, ask yourself, how much have we sent? Much more than your own resources, haven't we? Everything has been to bring the Sixth Fang back to life, right? We have already done our best for your brother."
Feng Yunqi sneered coldly: "Xue Fuxiao, saying this makes you utterly heartless!"
"Did I say something wrong?" Xue Fuxiao retorted defiantly.
"Now, the Sixth has been in a coma for seventeen years, and we don't even know if he can live. Let's just lay all the cards on the table."
"You keep saying he's merely my brother, don't you feel guilty about that?"
Feng Yunqi sneered: "Was the Sixth really mine? Or rather, is he really just mine?"
Xue Fuxiao was shocked: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
