At this moment, the two brothers confronted each other with an intense air of hostility.
Looking at Song Qianfan, Song Qianhang no longer had a shred of the reverence he once felt for his elder brother. He quickly left the tent.
Initially, he thought he had changed, but Song Qianfan had always been the same Song Qianfan; it was just that he hadn't realized it before.
After Song Qianhang left, Song Qianfan, in a fit of rage, threw the pen on the ground, his eyes bloodshot. That woman shouldn't exist in this world!
...
The next day, Su Juan woke up. The moment she stepped out of the tent, she felt the sky was unusually blue today, and even the clouds looked beautiful. She waved cheerfully at acquaintances passing not far away.
However, when those people saw her, they scattered like frightened birds.
Su Juan: "?"
She touched her face, [What's going on? Do I look scary or something?]
