Qin Bogang looked embarrassed, but it was as obvious as the nose on his face. The old folks probably only remembered their second son, who was always working away from home, when they were short on cash.
Qin Bogang sighed. He knew his younger brother had been wronged all these years, but things had been fine before. 'Why has he suddenly stopped putting up with it?'
'Don't people always say that suffering is a blessing?'
After holding it in for a moment, Qin Bogang finally said, "Second Brother, I feel like you've changed."
As he said this, he blew out a ring of smoke, looking particularly melancholic.
Just then, Qin Jiao and Qin Xiaolan happened to pass by. They saw their fathers there, puffing away on their cigarettes. One looked a bit dazed, the other deeply melancholic and troubled.
Qin Xiaolan was about to speak, but Qin Jiao beat her to it.
"Uncle, you said you feel like my dad has changed. Has he changed for the better, or for the worse?"
