Mu Chenhao, who had been waiting at his home all this time, heard the sound of the car. He ran out of the house and from within the courtyard, he saw three figures coming in from the entrance.
"Brother, you're back!" Mu Chenhao ran over wearing his slipper. The young man's face was full of joy that couldn't be concealed.
His innocent eyes were full of unabashed excitement and admiration, as if the person standing in front of him was his idol.
Mu Feichi paused and looked at his younger brother, who he hadn't seen for several months. He had only had a glimpse of Mu Chenhao at the Weiya banquet and didn't pay much attention to him. And now, he seemed to have grown taller again.
This was his half-brother; a younger brother who was related to him by blood. Although he didn't reject his existence, he still couldn't get past that hurdle in his heart.