Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

"You don't have to tell me what to do, I know that," Timothy said.

When night fell, Timothy squirmed restlessly in his seat. He couldn't help but send Ginger a message. "What are you doing?"

But there was no reply, and he became agitated.

Loosening his tie, he stood in front of the window and looked at the lights emitting from other houses.

He could almost imagine how lively the Lane residence was now, but it had nothing to do with him.

He seemed forlorn.

Soon, his phone beeped. Timothy instinctively stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and ran to grab his phone.

To his surprise, his hand was trembling, and his heart was racing.

When he opened his WhatsApp, he found that it wasn't a reply from Ginger but a message from a group chat that tagged everyone.

Timothy became downhearted right away. He left the group chat in annoyance.

Why must they tag everyone at this critical moment? Were they crazy or something?

phone aside grumpily, Timothy rubbed his temples. He couldn't shake the feeling that he

himself wouldn't believe

lit. All the maids were busy preparing tonight's

room, helping him move all the presents to

not like so many things piling up in his room. However, Sage still kept a

She felt that it

and she researched some telescope brands. However, she could not recognize this particular telescope

be unique since Sage chose to keep it out of

glanced at the telescope and asked, "Why did you choose

performance is great, and it's easy to operate. Plus, it's a

find one. After

took a bit of luck and effort to

was still opening the gifts in his room, she left and

at her and asked, "How is Sage? How

his home after all, so I'm sure he can adapt well. But there are too many presents, and he doesn't like them piling up

room, So

maids to sort them out. He'll be here in a minute. By

bought one. I think the others bought a few as well. But I'm sure Sage