Sang Yanzhou looked at him and let out a long sigh.
"Do you still mind what mom said back then?"
Sang Mizhou turned away his head and sneered: "She is right, why wasn't I the one who was kidnapped?"
The tone was full of desolation and sadness.
Sang Yanzhou also wanted to defend Lin Feiwan: "Mom was just too angry at the time and said angry words."
Sang Mizhou laughed at himself and said, "Give me your phone."
Sang Yanzhou didn't know why, so he took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to him.
Sang Yanzhou took the phone and logged in to his account. He opened the chat window with "Mom" in the contact and handed it to Sang Yanzhou to see.
In the roaming records, there are all messages sent by Sang Mizhou, but there is no reply to any of them from the other side.
In the past five years, every holiday, Sang Mizhou has been insisting on sending his best wishes to this person who knows he will not reply to messages.
"Do you still think it's an angry comment?"
Sang Yanzhou fell silent.
Sang Mizhou took the phone from his hand and logged out of his account before returning it to him.
Silently, he turned around and returned to the store.
Xiao Fubao happened to come down from upstairs and felt that Sang Mizhou's mood was not right. He asked with some worry: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you unhappy?"
Sang Mizhou lowered his head and looked at her.
Thinking of what Sang Yanzhou had just said, he subconsciously wanted to avoid her eyes.
Turning his head and looking away, his voice was cold: "Nothing."
After that, he put on the microphone again and went upstairs to bring down all the buns.
Sang Yanzhou also put on his mask again and came in.
[What did these two people go out to do just now? Do they know each other after being together for so long? 】
[I’m afraid you’re not whispering something, right? 】
[What is the relationship between this new photography brother and Sang Mizhou? 】
The director sitting in the studio looked ashamed.
what relationship?
They are brothers.
He didn't expect that Sang Mizhou's true identity was so terrifying. He was the second son of the Sang family. No wonder he didn't care about anything else.
Then why was there no one to help him suppress the negative information when it was flying all over the place?
It should be easy for a Sang family to suppress those dirty materials, right?
In fact, Sang Mizhou refused Sang Yu's help and hid.
Sang Yu also knows his son's temper.
We can only help him quietly to prevent these black materials from developing so quickly.
Otherwise he would have been banned long ago.
After packing everything, the three of them moved stools and sat on the first floor. The atmosphere was particularly awkward and heavy.
Little Fu Bao was caught between them.
Look left, look right.
Curiosity was written on his face.
She always felt that she had the same aura as Sang Mizhou from this new photography brother.
Xiao Fubao poked Sang Yanzhou's arm with his little hand.
Sang Yanzhou turned his head and found that she was beckoning him to come closer, so he brushed his ears and got close to her.
Then I heard Xiao Fubao's voice: "Brother, are you Brother Sang Mizhou's brother?"
When she said this, she held the headset and tried to lower her voice as low as possible, but she was still heard by Sang Mizhou on the side.
Sang Mizhou: "..." This little girl's senses are quite sensitive.
Sang Yanzhou straightened up, smiled at her, extended a slender index finger to his lips, and made a silencing gesture.
"Keep it a secret."
Knowing that he had guessed correctly, little Fubao nodded excitedly: "Yes! Fubao will definitely keep it a secret!"