Everyone said that the young master of the Wen family, Wen Zhiyu, was like a white moonlight in the palm of his hand. He was gentle and obedient, and even spoke in a soft voice.
Only Wen Zhi, the older brother who was so frivolous that he didn't even bother to return home, knew that this younger brother was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
In the last life, Wen Zhiyu was sent to a rehabilitation center by Wen Zhi himself. Behind the cold bars, he died with hatred after hearing the news that his brother was engaged to someone else.
Reborn at the age of eighteen, Wen Zhiyu looked at his brother who had just climbed over the wall and smelled of alcohol, and showed a harmless smile.
"Brother, it's late at night, it's time to take medicine."
Wen Zhi sneered: "What medicine should I take? I'm not sick."
Wen Zhiyu slowly took out a delicate scalpel from his pocket, his eyes becoming obsessed: "No, my brother is very ill. You need to be locked up and 'educated' well until you learn... To only look at me."
