"Brother An, what urgent matter at home requires us to set off overnight?" During the dark night, a small sedan was driving on the road, and the young man in the back seat couldn't help but ask Meng Si'an, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"There's nothing much!" Meng Si'an's face showed some displeasure, and his words seemed to lack energy.
"Nothing much?" The young man driving the car and the one in the back seat repeated in a low voice together, their tone filled with confusion.
Meng Si'an looked at the two, who could be considered his childhood friends and brothers, and finally couldn't help but sigh: "There are some things I originally didn't want to mention, but I think, given our relationship, you two won't blame me, right?"
"That's right, Brother An, just speak your mind. Do we need to be strangers?" The young driver said nonchalantly.
