In the narrow alley, Mo Beidou was still staring blankly at Fang Shuwen.
His mind was a mess. He had so much he wanted to say, yet couldn't utter a single word.
Not until Fang Shuwen waved a hand in front of his eyes.
"First Brother, spirit, come home~~"
Only then did he swat Fang Shuwen's hand away in annoyance.
"Stop fooling around."
Fang Shuwen chuckled.
"If you have something to say, or something to ask, just say it."
"Don't just stew on it."
Hearing this, Mo Beidou looked at Fang Shuwen with a complex expression. After a long moment of contemplation, he finally spoke.
"Are you really my junior brother?"
"The real deal."
"That's good, then."
Mo Beidou let out a huge sigh of relief.
"As long as you're still my junior brother, I won't ask about anything else."
"The Jianghu is full of strange things. Everyone has their own opportunities. While I've never had one myself, I've heard enough stories that this sort of thing isn't all that surprising."
