Brothers at Odds, Blades Drawn (2)! "You've come?"
Tang Feng spoke first.
His words
no longer carried the familiar, warm forms of address like "Xiao Shan" or "Brother Shan."
Instead, they were cold, as though he were speaking to a stranger!
"Was it you who sent people to kill me?"
At this moment,
Tang Shan did not beat around the bush. He went straight to the heart of the matter and asked the most crucial question.
Hearing Tang Shan ask this,
Tang Feng was clearly taken aback.
He had not expected Tang Shan, who usually called him Big Brother this and Big Brother that,
to question him so directly.
Gradually,
Tang Feng's gaze turned cold as well.
"That's right. I was the one who sent people to take your life."
Tang Feng answered directly, nodding.
At those words,
Tang Shan's pupils suddenly contracted.
How he wished
his big brother would deny it.
Whether it was true or false,
Tang Shan still hoped that the man before him, who felt so utterly unfamiliar and radiated nothing but coldness,
could return to being the Tang Feng who had once smiled warmly at him.
But
this time, Tang Feng admitted it with almost no hesitation.
"Why?"
At this moment,
Tang Shan felt wronged, indignant, and hateful.
He truly could not understand it.
He had merely been away for a few months.
How had the big brother who had once been warm and tolerant become
so cold and unfamiliar?
"Because... you're trash!"
"Don't say I look down on you. Even if I gave you the chance to kill me now, you still wouldn't be able to get close to me."
Tang Feng directly set down the pen in his hand and looked down at Tang Shan from above.
"Trash?"
"Even if you let me