Mo Beiyan raised an eyebrow, "I am your brother."
"You're my brother?" Mo Nanjue laughed out loud, "Yeah, I haven't seen a brother better than you."
"Why not," Mo Beiyan glanced at him, "Isn't Luo Xiao Tong Ran's brother too?"
"Yes," Mo Nanjue tapped his index finger on the coffee table, "Birds of a feather, a phrase that suits you well."
Fine, shooting oneself in the foot.
Mo Beiyan leaned back, "So, now you're asking me to help you find Luo Xiao?"
"Why should I ask you?" Mo Nanjue coldly lifted his gaze, "Aren't you also looking for Luo Xiao? I'm just taking advantage."
"How do you know I'm looking for Luo Xiao too?"
"Didn't you just say it?"
"..."
Damn!
Mo Beiyan rolled his eyes, what a ghost!
Mo Nanjue's lips curved into a smile, and he suddenly spoke, "I'd advise you, for Su Qingtian's sake, don't help her find her brother."
"Why?" Mo Beiyan crossed one leg, "Are you afraid she'll be so grateful that she'll offer herself to me?"
