Your Younger Brother Is in My Hands

Having been schemed against by the man she loved, Xia Yichu felt deeply hurt, but she was angrier and more resentful than ever. She had lost herself in the ridiculous love so much that she didn't discover that Qiao Guanxiang was so shameless, snobbish and would get whatever he wanted by hook or by crook until now.

"Yichu, I'll give you money to get plastic surgery as compensation, and I'll raise your salary too. Please, keep being Hena's ghost singer," Qiao Guanxiang almost begged in order to protect his reputation and career.

"If I had enough money to get plastic surgery, do you think that I'd be willing to be Pei Hena's ghost singer any longer? I can stand on the stage myself!" Xia Yichu sneered.