Even from across the room, Shen Tang could feel Qi Shan's blood pressure flooring the accelerator and shooting through the roof.
Yet one of the people involved didn't seem to care.
"What are you yelling for?" Chu Yao resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Facing Qi Shan, who looked ready to explode at the slightest touch, he remained completely unruffled and even retorted, "You think you're the only one with a voice? I may be old, but I'm not deaf."
Qi Shan's anger surged another great deal.
"You—you..." His fingers trembled with rage as he pointed at Shen Tang, filthy from head to toe, Lin Feng, head bowed and shoulders hunched, and the piglets and Black-faced Gentleman, all trembling under the pressure of his Literary Heart. The more he looked, the more exasperated he became. "He—how did he end up like this?"
Qi Shan was starting to question his own sanity.
He'd only been gone five or six days, not five or six years, hadn't he?
Where was Young Master Shen, who'd been so fair and clean, so elegant and graceful, with those handsome Male Appearance, Female Features???
And who was this innocent-looking little fool, blinking at him like he'd crawled out of some backwater village???
He was filthy! Had he rolled around in a mud pit on the way back???
"Boys are naturally lively and active," Chu Yao said.
"You call this being lively and active?"
Qi Shan let out a cold laugh.
He found Chu Yao increasingly hard to stomach. At thirty-four, he put on airs of seniority in front of him, calling himself "this old man" at every turn and silently putting himself a generation above him. Now he was casually writing off something this serious as "a boy being lively and active"???
"Then what?" Chu