"Little Fatty, didn't you promise me something?"
Seeing how nervous Little Fatty was below, Xiao Yan suddenly felt a mischievous urge.
At once, everyone around them turned their eyes toward Little Fatty. They even left an open space between Xiao Yan on the platform and Little Fatty below.
Standing under everyone's gaze, Little Fatty looked somewhat at a loss. Beads of sweat even emerged on his forehead.
"I... I..." His hands clenched tightly, the joints between his fingers turning white from the force. His body trembled uncontrollably, and even his voice quavered.
"All right. Remember what you promised me—help me get a meal at noon." Xiao Yan smiled faintly and spoke softly.
At those words, the solemn, quiet atmosphere was instantly shattered, and the area beneath the platform returned to its earlier clamor.
"What the hell? I thought it was something serious. It was just such a trivial matter."
"What a waste of excitement. I was hoping there'd be some inside story."
"Let's go, let's go."
"Go my ass, I haven't been tested yet!"
"Huh? I don't think I have either..."
All sorts of voices rose up, and everyone's attention shifted away from Little Fatty. Taking advantage of the moment, Xiao Yan made his way to Little Fatty's side...
"This... doesn't seem right." Xun'er was rather confused. In her understanding, shouldn't Little Fatty have called him Dad?
"Xiao Yan handles things quite well. He taught that person a lesson without damaging either of their pride, and he also avoided gaining an enemy. Such scheming is not something someone his age should possess," Yun Xi praised.
"Hmph! All you do is praise him!" Xun'er puffed out her little cheeks, her expression displeased.
"Next, Xiao Xun'er!"
Just as Xun'er was about to throw a little tantrum at Yun Xi, the middle-aged man's