When he saw the word "Brother" on his caller ID, Yuan Shiyao instinctively froze and looked up at the girl sitting across from him.
Jiang Qingli was holding a delicate plate in one hand and a fork in the other, completely absorbed in her meal, her eyes narrowed slightly like a cat's.
Sensing his gaze, she looked back, puzzled, blinking in confusion.
As if he'd been burned, Yuan Shiyao abruptly averted his gaze.
The terminal was still vibrating.
For some reason, the terminal in Yuan Shiyao's hand felt scorching hot. Instead of his usual pleasure at getting a call, he felt a strange sense of guilt.
After a few seconds of silence, Yuan Shiyao abruptly stood up and walked out, quickly stepping into another lounge.
He sat down on the sofa and straightened his clothes before pressing the connect button.
A second later, the holographic call connected.
His older brother's face, nearly identical to his own, appeared before him.
But even a stranger could easily tell them apart.
