Mu Shaoqian retorted, seemingly with a laugh, yet tears fell down.
His eyes were wet and bloodshot, staring at Mu Jingheng.
"But now you're telling me she's my sister Mu Qianyuan! A woman I have loathed from the start, repeatedly bothered, even grabbed her neck wanting her dead—she's my sister! How am I supposed to face this?"
He roared, seemingly breaking down emotionally, laughing "hahaha."
Awoken by the noise, Ning Zitong came out from the room, originally still somewhat groggy, but upon seeing the scene in the living room, she instantly became alert!
She quickly supported the railing and hurried downstairs.
At this moment, Mu Shaoqian was already dazedly tumbling backward, falling onto the sofa unconsciously, still mumbling to himself.
"Yan Xinxin wouldn't have a brother like me... wouldn't... I am unworthy..."
"Shaoqian, Shaoqian! Get up!"
Mu Jingheng shouted, just about to reach out when Ning Zitong rushed over.
"Ah Jing, what are you doing!"
