Jin Dalu stared at his own elder brother, his face aghast. Big brother Jin Dayu was, after all, a significant figure in Zhongjing—someone of status and reputation. And yet, there he was, his face pale and a layer of fine sweat beading on his forehead.
It was as if he had been frightened by something.
"Brother, are you alright?" Jin Dalu couldn't help but swallow hard. "Why do you look like you're shaking all over?"
"I'll shake your mother!" Jin Dayu pointed at Jin Dalu's nose and cursed angrily, his words becoming indelicate.
Previously, he had gloated over the sons of the Yin and Zhang Families who had provoked someone with the surname Bai and faced terrible misfortune, because he was proud to have raised a well-behaved daughter who would never offend the dreaded Bai bogeyman!
But who could have anticipated—no troublesome sons, yet a brother who was a thorn in the side!