Fu Chengyun was becoming angry.
He could clearly sense that both Mo Gan Yun and Fang Che utterly disregarded his words, not even listening to him.
As a genius, he had always been proud and arrogant. When had he ever been so ignored?
"Say something? Do something?"
Mo Gan Yun looked at him curiously.
He asked, "Why?"
This question stumped Fu Chengyun.
I was helping you clear the fog to see Fang Che's true colors. Why are you reacting like this?
Shouldn't you be thanking me, then sensing my sincerity, and having an epiphany to befriend me?
Mo Gan Yun let out a faint smile, "Do you think that I should immediately realize how foolish I've been? Step out of the fog, thank you for your outspokenness, and from that point on, become brothers with you? Sharing unspoken trust and becoming lifelong brothers? Is that what you consider reasonable?"
Fu Chengyun was stunned.
This was exactly the beautiful fantasy in his heart.
The scene he most hoped to witness.
