Nangong Shouye glared with wide, bloodshot eyes, his vision splitting with rage. He slammed his hand down on the table and shouted furiously, "You've always been Father's favorite son, showered with affection, while I'm just the pathetic wretch living forever in your shadow! Why?! Even the third brother could win Father's love, so why couldn't I?! Why? Why?!"
Nangong Shouye bitterly accused them of unfairness, countless memories rushing back to him in that instant.
When they were children, every time their father went out to eat, he would bring back the dishes the older brother liked.
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