That evening, at the Yan Household dinner table.
Yan Ci once again said in that slick, teasing tone, "Hey, Yan Xianjue."
"I heard your new subordinate got into trouble. Want your big brother to help?"
Yan Xianjue said expressionlessly, "Talk normally. I'm going to throw up."
Yan Ci looked disgusted. "Saying that at the dinner table? You're disgusting."
The two were clearly about to launch into another round of meaningless bickering.
Having caught the hint in his parents' eyes, Yan Yi'an dutifully spoke up. "What happened?"
Yan Xianjue had just opened his mouth and had yet to make a sound.
But Yan Ci's lips started moving, and like a machine gun, he rattled off the entire story of how that short, rainbow-haired guy from the livestream had been attacked online.
He gave Yan Xianjue no chance to cut in at all.
Yan Xianjue raised a brow. "Why are you so concerned about what's going on online?"
Yan Ci said, "Because I care about you."
Yan Xianjue said, "Blegh!"
Yan Wan waited until Yan Xianjue had started concocting conspiracy theories in his head.
Only then did she slowly remind him, "Yan Ci's been getting cursed out pretty badly online lately too."
Yan Wan didn't directly say why, but Yan Xianjue immediately thought of the three people on Yan Ci's team.
Surprised, he asked, "They were sold that quickly?"
Yan Ci wasn't surprised that he could guess. Other than himself, Yan Xianjue truly knew the most about esports in the family.
He had originally wanted to keep them in suspense, but then noticed his parents and Yan Yi'an looking at him as well.
So he honestly explained, "They were sold. All of them."
"Though I really dislike them, they actually haven't reached the age where their form would start declining yet."
"And