Father gave him an ultimatum.
Xiaoling's mouth was filled with bitterness, and after mumbling a response, he could only change the topic and ask, "Father, what about my second brother? Is he alright?"
On the other end, the middle-aged man cursed coldly, "You two, little beasts. One ugly thing, one little mute!"
Xiaoling was momentarily speechless, instinctively touched the uneven left side of his face under the black long hair, eyes dim.
Ugly thing, he didn't curse wrongly.
If he weren't so ugly, he wouldn't have chosen to create an underground forum after coming to this world and not shown his face to the public for over ten years.
As for his half-brother?
Although he looks very good, it's a pity that in over a hundred years since his birth, he hasn't said a single word, so secretly people call him "little mute."
Xiaoling was about to say something else when the communication on the other end was cut off.
