"An Luoze? Ignore him." A trace of deep disgust and regret flashed through Mu Wei's cold and deep pupils.

He was very disgusted with people like An Luoze who were simple-minded and had strong limbs and could not control their emotions. However, he and Leng Boxi were brothers, so he still did not intend to have a big conflict with him head-on.

But it would be impossible to apologize...

In this way, in the next two days, An Luoze rarely left his room and stayed in it. Leng Boxi personally delivered every meal to him.

It wasn't until the day before the training camp ended that An Luoze came downstairs fully dressed.

"You actually came down?" Song Xiyue, who was already recovering from her illness, sat at the dining table eating meatballs and looked at An Luoze in surprise.

"Yeah." An Luoze responded indifferently and found a seat far away from Mu Weilen and sat down.

But when I sat down, I discovered that I was missing a pair of chopsticks.

"Hey! Why are you missing a pair of chopsticks?" An Luoze looked lazily at the group of people who were eating about the same amount of food, with deep resentment in his eyes.

"Here you go." Mu Weileng handed the extra chopsticks next to his plate to An Luoze. He thought that after two days, An Luoze might have calmed down.

But what Mu Weileng never expected was that An Luoze not only didn't appreciate it, but also swung the chopsticks that Mu Weileng handed over, causing the two chopsticks to fall to the ground.

"Can you please don't give me the dirty chopsticks?" An Luoze looked at Mu Weilen mockingly, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"An Luoze, are you sick?" Song Xiyue frowned with eyebrows as curved as the moon. She bent down and was about to pick up the chopsticks at her feet, but An Luoze beat her to it.

An Luoze picked up the chopsticks on the ground very quickly, then threw them on Mu Weilen's body and laughed, "Give me your chopsticks, you can use these!"

"An Luoze, I warn you not to push yourself too far." A cold light suddenly appeared in Mu Wei's cold eyes, and his cold eyes were shot at An Luoze like sharp swords.

"Hey, what kind of warning?" An Luoze didn't take it seriously and continued to ask in a playful tone.

"Ha." Mu Wei sneered and picked up the chopsticks that fell on his lap. He folded his hands gently and the pair of chopsticks split into two halves in an instant.

He loosened his hand slightly and dropped the four-petal chopsticks to the ground. He looked at An Luoze with a half-smile and said, "If you don't want to be like this chopstick, just be honest!"

"Ouch, I'm so scared!" An Luoze deliberately looked scared, and his tone was hoarse, but the anger and contempt in his eyes did not diminish at all.

He slapped the dining table with one hand, pointed at Mu Weileng and declared, "Mu Weileng, from now on, you and I are incompatible!"

Song Xiyue shrank her neck slightly and stared at An Luoze and Mu Weilen for a long time with some confusion. Finally, she sighed helplessly. Did the two brothers quarrel?

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--------------------------------------- I say weakly, dear friends, please collect and
Chapter completed!