Turning Hostile

Turning Hostile

Long Boqi stood up and took several steps back.

He looked every bit the timid, trouble-avoiding sort.

Yang Wanjun could not stand it any longer.

"Young Master Long, what do you mean by this?" He frowned, directly stepping forward to defend Long Boqi.

Damn it, aside from Long Boqi, there was not a single good thing in the Long family.

"What do I mean? I want to kill him!" Long Bowen was furious beyond measure.

His gaze shifted to Yang Wanjun. "Help me kill him. Kill him, and my grandfather will not blame you!"

Yang Wanjun's brows drew together. "You are brothers. Why would you do something like brothers turning on each other?"

Long Bowen grew even angrier at those words, pointing at his own leg. "He broke my leg. Is that what brothers do?"

"Besides, this bastard is incomparably hypocritical. He plays dumb in front of people, then wears another face behind their backs."

Yang Wanjun said nothing.

If he did not know Mind Reading, perhaps he would have doubted it.

But he knew Mind Reading. How could he not know what Long Boqi was like?

Such a kind person had already been treading on eggshells just to survive, yet he still had to endure such slander.

Seeing this, Long Boqi quietly thought, Sigh, are they still unwilling to let me go?

Forget it. Before Mother died, she told me I had to learn to endure and yield. I cannot fight with them.

Eldest Brother says I broke his leg, so I will admit it. If they are determined to condemn me, why worry about having no pretext? Even without this excuse, they would find some other reason to punish me.

*I only hope that when Yang Wanjun helps Eldest Brother teach me a lesson, he can