Wasn't the idiom "never more than three times"?
"Xiao Lin, did you just say... never more than five times?"
"Mm-hmm." Lin Li nodded.
Ah, sir, I didn't want this either. It was all the system's fault.
Yang Liang took a deep breath and counted on his fingers in his heart. One, two, three, four... That meant there were still two more times.
"Xiao Lin... do you happen to know of any other Chicken Farms?" Yang Liang asked with narrowed eyes.
"No such thing." Lin Li shook his head.
"Failing to report what you know is also against the law," Yang Liang continued.
"Still no such thing."
"Bufan, do you know anything?"
"Me? I don't know either. I just listen to Lin Li. This is my first time coming to a place like this today—I was scared to death." Bai Bufan shook his head without giving anything away.
Lin Li gave Bai Bufan an approving look and a thumbs-up. Bai Bufan lightly patted his chest, signaling that he could be trusted to get things done.
"The next time you two give each other thumbs-ups and pat your chests, could you maybe avoid doing it in front of me? It feels a little disrespectful," Yang Liang said with a fake smile.
Bai Bufan and Lin Li immediately looked out their respective windows in perfect sync and started whistling.
If these two kids didn't know about other Chicken Farms, I'd take Lin Li's surname.
But Yang Liang merely sighed and did not press them further.
Honestly, if he used telling their parents about what they had done, or simply cited the law, he could probably threaten Bai Bufan and Lin Li into talking.
As for brotherhood? Three swings of the stick scattered brotherly loyalty; every statement would be filled with the brothers' names.