Looking toward Lin Lang...
Lin Lang???
Yan Xianjue's pupils dilated in shock.
[Why is Lin Shuo looking at Lin Lang?!]
[Hey! Quickly take back your gaze. Lin Lang cannot give birth to a son as big as you!]
Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Yan Xianjue, Yan Yi'an quietly moved half a step away.
He raised a hand to rub his ear, a trace of imperceptible pain flashing across his face.
Yan Xianjue's fluctuating inner voice in that volume.
Would genuinely make his ears suffer from phantom pain!
Yan Ci's previous strong demand to develop noise-canceling headphones for Yan Xianjue's inner voice really was a rigid necessity.
He just wondered if the researchers who heard their request would want to throw the two of them out of the lab.
[Wait...]
[Wait.]
[Let me sort this out.]
Yan Xianjue put on Yan Yi'an's signature mask of pain and clutched his own head.
[Oh no, my head is a little itchy. Don't tell me it's about to grow a brain!]
The Yan family members had their curiosity hoisted high up, suddenly suspended in mid-air, unable to go up or come down.
Mother Yan was almost so angry she laughed.
The little brat, stop messing around at a time like this!
Yan Yi'an looked at the champagne glass in his hand.
Heaven knew how much self-control he had just used to control his hand.
From not pouring the champagne directly onto Yan Xianjue's head to wake him up.
If he weren't afraid that he'd become even more foolish, he really wanted to knock on Yan Xianjue's skull and listen to see if the inside was empty.
He was just about to send Yan Xianjue back to his mom and dad.
When he heard Yan Xianjue start up again:
[*That man beside Lin Lang... looks so much