Shao Xiaojun grinned wilfully and said, "There's nothing wrong with me taking my brother's shares. But why don't you give me summer? Does that make sense?"

In summer it's cold and silent, and you drink tea with your head down.

"Are you really Shao Xiaobing's brother?" Wu Yinan looked up at Shao Xiaojun and said, "Although Shao has always died, Xia can't give his shares to someone who says that he is his brother at will. It's OK for anyone who comes out to say that he is his brother?"

Shao Xiaojun glared at him angrily, gritted his teeth, pointed to his face and said, "Look at this face, is...