第二章 霸道的宠溺

傅夜寒坐在书房里，指节捏得死死的，omit bit beneath the table was trembling slightly. He'd just ended a call with his brother, who'd been practically groveling for permission to borrow money again. The man had been hitting up his brother for cash for the third time this month, and傅夜寒was fed up. He'd told him flat out no, and the brother had been shouting about how his business was about to collapse without the funds. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He was a grown man, he shouldn't be getting this worked up over some trivial matter. But somehow, seeing his brother like this always managed to get under his skin. He felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of frustration. He was about to call his personal assistant to arrange some sort of... deal, with his brother's company, something to ensure they didn't run into his brother again. He'd known this guy would start up with this crap eventually. Always looking for an easy buck, never bothering to actually work for anything.