You're Picking a Fight on Purpose, Aren't You?

"Uh..."

Under their stares, Qin Hao felt his heart flutter with panic. It was like he'd run into a pack of female hooligans.

Especially when Qin Feng declared that his second younger brother was invincible under heaven. For some reason, Qin Hao felt even more flustered, as if one foot had already crossed into the gates of hell.

"Hehehe, he's so cute!"

Seeing Qin Hao's panicked expression, Seven Cat immediately covered her mouth and giggled.

She'd thought the Qin family's Young Supreme would be a playboy like his older brother. Who knew he'd be so green—so green that he blushed at the sight of a girl?

At that moment—

They suddenly felt Qin Feng wasn't all that appealing anymore. A pure, innocent little brother was much more interesting.

"Cute is a word reserved exclusively for My Rabbit!"

Xiao Bai angrily crossed his little paws over his chest.

What sort of status did he have, and what sort of standing did My Rabbit have? How dare he compete with My Rabbit for the Imperial Throne of cuteness?!

"Hm?"

Qin Hao was utterly confused.

For some reason, he realized that this rabbit seemed to have always been hostile toward him.

As far as he could remember, he hadn't had any conflicts with Xiao Bai. On the contrary, this rabbit had once given him a massive slap, forcibly interrupting his buff that let him rely on shouting for all his damage.

"Seven senior sisters, would you mind if we joined your table?"

Qin Feng didn't bother waiting to see whether the seven agreed. He dragged his second younger brother over and squeezed right in.

He hadn't forgotten why they'd come here, either. With practiced ease, he picked up a pork knuckle and started wolfing it down.

Seeing his older brother dig in, Qin