Zhou Siran remained expressionless throughout, not responding with a single word.
Zhou Suiran stared at his older brother, puzzled. He felt a faint, lingering sense that something was wrong with his brother ever since he had returned home. In the past, whenever their mother secretly cursed Fang Heng and Xiaohua for being ungrateful, his brother would have interrupted to disagree. But now, the mere sight of Zhou Siran sitting there so quietly made him inexplicably uneasy.
Zhou Suiran swallowed hard and spoke cautiously: "Big brother, Mother and younger sister make a good point. Besides... you don't realize it, but ever since Fang Heng became a soldier in the Imperial City Bureau, he’s been so arrogant. He won't even help with a small favor, despite being a childhood friend you grew up with."
Zhou Siran’s expression finally shifted. He turned his head, his eyes filled with a cold, mocking glint. "The 'small favor' you speak of—is that for him to marry Zhou Lingran and support her, or for him to pull strings to get you into the Imperial City Bureau?"
Chapter 290