chapter 117 Fault

A Man at Thirty - Text: I have become accustomed to being hit in the past two years. In the past, I might have been very angry, but now I just let it go in one ear and out the other.

I smiled at him and said calmly, "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be my junior brother! But I say, junior brother, you are one year younger than me, how come you don't have many hairs on your head?"

For a man, the amount of hair he has represents dignity.

Hair is the most troublesome...