I turned on the lights, and he sat in the chair looking utterly dejected, with about a dozen cigarette butts in the ashtray before him.
The next morning, the sky outside remained gray and hazy, barely beginning to brighten.
"Zhou Chuan is doing it for the company's sake, too," I said, trying to calm myself. No matter what, they were biological brothers after all, and I was just an outsider; trying to reconcile them was better than stirring up trouble.
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