I Never Do Things for Others

After Zhao Ming found his sister's portrait in the room, he turned around and walked out of the room. "Swish, swish, swish, swish." At this time, the sound of pen rubbing against paper reached Zhao Ming's ears. Zhao Ming turned around and saw the pen rolling slowly on the table, then falling to the ground. A few bright red words on the paper caught Zhao Ming's eyes - [Brother, you are finally here]