Zhao Fangyu, who had not discovered anything, still clamped Lotte, "Ding Junqi, I will give you five chances. If you can answer my question correctly, how about I let her go?"

"You said." Ding Junqi held his hands tightly. Even though she knew that Mo Fei's first step had been completed, she never dared to take it lightly.

Zhao Fangyu suddenly laughed, but this smile was aimed at Letian. Letian looked at the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably because of fear.

"Do you remember what you promised to send me on my tenth birthday?" Zhao Fangyu said, his voice as gentle as he was.

But this gentleness made Le Tian’s whole body furrow after hearing this.

Tenth birthday?

Ding Junqi paused.

Ding Junhui, who was far away in the villa, also straightened his waist. Zhao Fangyu's tenth birthday was eight that year.

What happened that year?

That year, my aunt, because her father did not call her money as soon as she asked for money, she joined her grandmother to come to her house for a fuss. At that time, my mother was in poor health, but my aunt accidentally knocked her who was persuaded to come down from the upper floor.

That year, he and his elder brother were completely tired of those people.

That year, they did not celebrate Zhao Fangyu's birthday.

Ding Junqi obviously thought that before the mother had an accident, he had a good relationship with Zhao Fangyu, but that happened between him promised that something happened to Zhao Fangyu and his mother.

"A box of Go, you were learning Go at the time." Ding Junqi tightened her body, her voice a little hoarse, and she didn't know why.

"Hiss--" Letian's neck was scratched, and blood remained along his neck.

"Zhao Fangyu--" Ding Junqi spoke with a warning.

"This is the price you owe me a birthday gift." Zhao Fangyu still looked calm, as if he had just cut a piece of paper with a knife.

"The second question, do you know why I was an editor?" Zhao Fangyu finished speaking and looked at Ding Junqi.

It seemed like a stone was crushed by someone in her heart, and the stone was drooping, almost making her feel suffocated.

Why do you want to be an editor?

This problem stumped Ding Junqi.

But Lotte knows that this answer is depressing.

Ding Junqi debuted at the age of 18. When he first debuted, Lotte liked Ding Junqi very much, so he knew that the news about Ding Junqi, whether it was good or bad.

At that time, Ding Junqi was a rare young man. Many media were spreading rumors that Ding Junqi was supported by a big boss of a certain group. Some people said that Ding Junqi was gay and often went to gay. Especially after Ding Junqi became popular when she was 20 years old, there were constant rumors and attacks.

If she guessed correctly, Zhao Fangyu was because of this.

A second cut in his neck was cut, and Letian felt so numb, "Zhao Fangyu, do you think that by becoming an editor, you can protect your brother and not let someone slander him, right?"

This time, Lotte didn't target any of the ingredients in it. It just felt ridiculous, but I didn't know if it was Zhao Fangyu or himself who was laughing at it.

Ding Junqi suddenly looked up, but Zhao Fangyu smiled, smiling fiercely. He grabbed Letian's arm hard, "But he doesn't know, he doesn't know." Zhao Fangyu said, and his subordinates tried hard.

Rotian endured the pain on his neck. She thought she had made a mistake. Zhao Fangyu did not love Ding Junqi, but hoped that this brother could see him and treat him as well as he was when he was young.

But no, no matter how hard he tried, it was not. Because of the grudge between the two families, Ding Junqi cut off all relationships with those people.
Chapter completed!