If I had a gun in my hand, I could probably have a gunfight.
Xiao Qimo leaned against the bar in the rooftop garden, casually wiping his glasses.
"Are you looking for someone?" After wiping them, he slowly put them back on with deliberation. He had heard some of their conversation and, piecing it together with some information he knew, he could roughly guess.
He wasn't as naively optimistic as Ye Jinwen.
Yun Sang twirled the bandages on his palm, then casually hopped onto the bar and sat down.
"Looking for my sister."
Yun Sang briefly explained the situation, and Xiao Qimo finally understood the reasons behind the Yun Family's misfortunes over the years.
"Need help?" the refined man asked.
Growing up together as brothers, no matter how much they argued or fought, the bond remained, and they wouldn't truly turn against each other.
Yun Sang smiled, "Sure, I'll come to you if I need help."
