When Cen Muxiao returned to the Cen Family Villa, he spotted a car parked by the gate from afar, with someone sitting cross-legged on its roof, gazing up at the sky.
He did not need to look closely. One glance was enough to tell it was his second brother.
He had said not to bother with him, that if he wanted to wait, he could wait. He had not expected him to actually wait there all this time.
This was the first time he had seen him be so persistent about anything. Normally, by the time night was nearing, he would have long since slipped into some nightclub to enjoy himself.
Besides his second brother's car, another vehicle was parked by the road. Cen Muxiao recognized at once that it was the one assigned to Song Anning.
Song Anning had messaged him earlier, saying he would be home early today because he had something to discuss with him. That was why he had hurriedly wrapped up his work and rushed back.
Now that his second brother was waiting here, he would probably be delayed a while longer.
Just as he was thinking this, the driver honked the horn.
Hearing it, the person on the car roof immediately turned to look over. As if he had confirmed something, he jumped straight down from the roof.
"President Cen, should I..." the driver asked for instructions.
"Pull over and stop."
The moment the Rolls-Royce stopped behind the Porsche, Cen Muyun swayed over.
"Heh heh, Third Brother, seeing you really isn't easy! Did you really have to block my number? We're brothers, aren't we?"
"What is it?" Cen Muxiao could not be bothered to waste words with him. He lowered the window and asked directly.
Cen Muyun folded his arms and immediately put on