Yan Xianjue hadn't expected him to ask such a question. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Well... it's like this. There was a line I memorized when I was studying arguments."
Yan Ci nodded to show he was listening. "Go on."
Yan Xianjue spoke slowly. "The fundamental difference between humans and animals is that humans can make and use tools."
Yan Ci's gaze instantly turned sharp. "What do you mean by that?!"
Yan Xianjue defended himself. "I didn't say it. Karl Marx did! Why are you getting worked up at me? If you have questions, go argue with him!"
Yan Ci: "..."
Was it possible that he had gone to school too?
And his grades had been much better than Yan Xianjue's!
He knew who Karl Marx was!
Speechless, he rolled his eyes and pointed toward where Zhuang Yuefeng was. "Hurry up."
Yan Ci swore that he had merely meant he didn't want to deal with Yan Xianjue anymore. There had been no other meaning behind it.
So when he saw Yan Xianjue walk in with a baseball bat and come back out less than five minutes later, still carrying the bat and looking perfectly calm, Yan Ci was briefly at a loss.
In those less than five minutes, he had only heard two crisp strikes from the baseball bat.
That was a little too fast.
But at the same time, he understood Yan Xianjue's personality very well.
This sister-obsessed man would never let off a scumbag like Zhuang Yuefeng, who would cripple their eldest sister's leg in the future.
Receiving the questioning look in Yan Ci's eyes, Yan Xianjue raised a brow. "Why don't you go take a look yourself?"
Ordinarily, Yan Ci might have insisted on doing the opposite of whatever Yan Xianjue said.
But now,