"Yes, but this is different." Zhou Yunbo was anxious.
Thinking about it, Zhou Yunbo's forehead was full of frown lines.
"How so? You don't want your child to be close to me?" Zhou Yunjie raised his eyes and asked Zhou Yunbo.
"Of course not! I didn't mean that."
"It's good that you didn't mean that," Zhou Yunjie said and poured himself a glass of red wine. "Yunbo, I know what you're worried about, but I really don't need such things." He held the wine glass and looked into the distance.
His eyes were filled with something that only he understood.
When Zhou Yunbo saw the expression on his brother's face, he knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless.
He couldn't help but sigh. Every year, when it was just the two of them, he would mention this matter. And every time, he would fail to convince his brother.
He understood what his brother was thinking.
