The second brother still had that inhuman face, but Wan Qiu did not have the slightest trepidation or fear towards him, and calmly accepted Yang Ze's touch.

Chu Zhang thought of the time when Chu Jianshu touched Wan Qiu's head with his hand.

Some silence.

"Brother, I heard that you let your brother dance for dad?" Suddenly, Chu Yigui's voice came from behind Chu Zhang, and Chu Zhang was suddenly startled.

He turned back to look at Chu Yigui with a stiff expression: "Ah, yes, I recorded it. Can I send you a copy?"

"Okay." Chu Yigui smiled, "Isn't it interesting? Dad isn't angry today, is he?"

Chu Zhang laughed dryly twice: "Yeah, yes."

"But is Dad in a good mood today?" Chu Yigui walked around the sofa a few steps but did not approach Chu Zhang.

"Yes." Chu Zhang replied. In his eyes, Chu Yigui's smile always carried a hint of deep meaning.

"Long time no see, Brother Zhao." Chu Yigui greeted Zhao Xinghua.

"Yigui, don't you want to hang out with me today?" Zhao Xinghua asked as usual if he could win him over.

Chu Yigui still perfunctorily dealt with it, and Zhao Xinghua did not hold out any hope.

Chu Zhang turned around to look at Wan Qiu. Wan Qiu's gaze followed Chu Yigui, but Chu Yigui seemed to ignore Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu lowered his head, but did not look disappointed.

But after Wan Qiu lowered his head, Chu Zhang saw Chu Yigui looking at Wan Qiu.

It was as if he deliberately looked over when Wan Qiu couldn't see him.

Chu Zhang looked at the apparently empty house, but suddenly felt as if something was different, a strange, changing feeling flowing through him.

It seemed as if the shattered glass fragments that had fallen to the ground were being skillfully pieced together by Wan Qiu's thin hands.