But he couldn’t move, his feet seemingly cemented to the floor.
Xue Chenyan, seeing him frozen, laughed and walked around him into the room, sitting down comfortably.
Looks like we brothers have similar tastes.”
“I’m not like you,” Xie Chi’s voice trembled in protest.
He was not the one who had been following and stalking Xiaoman, making her feel uneasy.
That’s right, Xue Chenyan, his half-brother, was the person he saw by the pool and who had been following Lin Xiaoman.
“Of course,” Xue Chenyan looked at him disdainfully, “I’m the young master of Tianming Group. You’re just a pathetic wretch barely surviving on the little money from our dead father. How can you compare to me?”
“I can invest in her TV series, book an entire hotel for her, buy everything she likes. What can you do? I heard you’re afraid to go out, can’t even stand beside her! What a waste.”
“I…” Xie Chi tried to argue but couldn’t say anything.
Since childhood, his mother had told him to hide in the house and never let the Xue family see him.
To avoid worrying his mother, he obediently hid in the dark attic of their home for six years, playing alone every day, with no friends and no one to talk to.
When he was older and needed to go to school, he still didn’t dare to go out, always afraid to talk to people, even afraid of sunlight.
“You’re just like that fox-spirit mother of yours who no one cares about, both just trash to be summoned and dismissed at will!”
I won’t let you talk about my mother!” Xie Chi was furious, his face turning bright red, “She’s not a fox spirit, and she’s not trash!”
