Qin Luo froze for a second, then reacted angrily, "Are you kidding me? Do I look like I need plastic surgery?"

Jiang Zhitao nodded seriously, "Then maybe you should go get a DNA test with our parents. I'm starting to suspect you're not their biological son either."

Well, that's true. Dad was flashy in his younger years, but he couldn’t compare to my three-point charm.

Qin Luo silently agreed in his mind while outwardly retorting, "As if you weren’t there when I was born, watching everything."

Jiang Zhitao replied, "I wasn’t."

Qin Luo paused, confused. "But didn’t you say you …