This awkward opening remark did not help to ease the atmosphere, but instead made the situation even more awkward.
Xiao Zhenyun stood there gloomily for a while, gave Hedgehog a glare, turned around and went to the window, obviously wanting to open a small window to chat with someone privately.
The hedgehog changed into slippers just like he was at home, found a bottle of drink in the refrigerator, and then strolled over to Xiao Zhenyun: "Hmm?"
"Why bring them here?" Xiao Zhenyun narrowed his eyes. "There are so many hiding places out there. Could it be that my place is the safest?"
"You have it ready here."
"… Then why did you call me here?"
The hedgehog said as a matter of course: "This is the task you accepted. Shouldn't you be the one to take charge of the work?"
"..." Xiao Zhenyun was speechless for a moment, and turned to look at the two brothers sitting on the sofa. On the left was Duan Fei, who was sitting solemnly with a cold face, and on the right was Duan Pei, who pretended to be cynical.
"Then do you know," he lowered his voice so low that he could hardly hear it, "Duan Fei knows me, and I can't let anyone know my whereabouts in recent years."
Thanks to the Dark Sentinel's excellent hearing, the hedgehog was able to communicate with him without any obstacles: "I know, I know, isn't this a disguise for you?"
This guy didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all... But Xiao Zhenyun couldn't explain it to him.
"It still looks a bit like me." He looked at the reflection in the window. There was no modification around the eyes, and the misty blue was not a common eye color. Then Xiao Zhenyun remembered something, "And Si Di also called my name in front of Duan Pei."
"Just say your full name is Shu Zhenyun, so Si Di calls you Xiao Shu and Zhenyun."
"… "
In another part of the room, Duan Fei was the first to speak. He was like a cold and taciturn sculpture. Just by sitting there, the temperature of the surrounding area dropped by five degrees, and even the air pressure dropped. He looked at Duan Pei and asked expressionlessly and coldly: "How is the tumor in your head? Why didn't you tell us that you were sick before?"
This should be a word of concern, Xiao Zhenyun guessed, although Duan Fei's tone was more like a stern superior questioning a subordinate who had made a mistake - he was still the younger brother, seven years younger, questioning his elder brother aggressively.
"That's it. It's not an important matter. What's there to say?" Duan Pei's expression at this moment was something Xiao Zhenyun had never seen before. It was very different from his appearance in the car before, and also completely different from his appearance in front of Harold Xiu. Duan Pei now looked like a self-exiled prodigal son, with drooping eyebrows and a disdainful smile on the corners of his lips, slumped on the sofa in a hapless manner.
He was careless and never spoke a word of truth. He even called a terminal illness a "unimportant matter". Not only did his grandfather, the commander-in-chief, want to break his ribs, but even Xiao Zhenyun wanted to step forward and kick him after taking a few glances at him.
As expected, Duan Fei, who was used to being a military commander, couldn't stand Duan Pei's current appearance. His brows were furrowed so tightly that they could kill a mosquito. "What's unimportant? Your brain is unimportant? How big has the tumor grown? Is it growing fast?"
"… It's just a small problem, it doesn't matter." Duan Pei moved closer to Duan Fei, "Where's your girlfriend? Li or something, why don't you see her?"