He didn't take Zheng Qian seriously at all, and casually looked at the half-decorated house, joking: "This is your home? It's great, it's quite spacious."

"I'll ask why you are here?!" Zheng Qian couldn't help but roaring.

Zheng Kun waved his hand casually and said, "Don't be nervous, my parents and I have a breakup. Keep staying in the Demon God Realm. I will be slaughtered.

Anyway, if you have no place to go now, you should be your younger brother, so you should take in your homeless brother's homeless brother, right?"

"roll."

"Well, it's better for my brother, I knew you would agree."

"Fuck, I said get out!!"

But Zheng Kun didn't care about Zheng Qian's roar, and lay down on Zheng Qian's recliner, picked up the juice next to him, and took a sip.

Suddenly, Zheng Kun seemed to realize something amazing.

I saw him take a closer look at the glass of juice.

"Damn, two small parasols are inserted into a cup of juice? How rich are you, brother?"
Chapter completed!