"Chen Changan, even though you're the big brother now, we're still brothers, aren't we?"
"So I think there are some things we ought to sit down and talk about."
"We've all lived a good long while. Don't let my youth fool you—I'm no spring chicken either."
"Don't you think you should show me at least a little respect?"
"From now on, when something comes up, can we just talk it out instead of throwing punches?"
"Just look at what the hell you've done to me!"
At Song Yuheng's words, Chen Changan gave him a careful once-over, then smiled. "But you're fine. You haven't changed at all."
"That's because I heal fast. Otherwise, I'd be a damn pig's head right now."
"Could you maybe not hit so hard?"
Song Yuheng gazed at Chen Changan with a wounded look. He hadn't expected Chen Changan to hit so viciously, without showing him the slightest mercy.
The worst part was that he hadn't even been a match for him.
Along with his frustration, Song Yuheng was filled with shock. It hadn't been that long, yet Chen Changan's growth was astonishing.
In fact, Song Yuheng felt that he might not be able to beat any of them—not just Chen Changan, but even Li Yanran and Di Feiyan.
Compared with Li Yanran and Di Feiyan, Song Yuheng had the advantage of combat experience. But in the face of overwhelming strength, experience was sometimes just window dressing, utterly useless.
"I'd say you just can't take a hit."
"Look at Da Huang in our household. He's been getting beaten since he was little. After all these years, he's used to it."
"Has he ever complained?"
"You're just short on experience. You'll get used to it eventually," Chen Changan said with a smile.
"Some habits are better left unlearned."