Yan Yi'an did more than just set down the document. He even put down the fountain pen that had reviewed countless files.
He folded his hands on the desk, assuming the posture of someone listening attentively.
But in Yan Xianjue's eyes, his eldest brother's composed demeanor meant he was ready to take the blame for him.
Whether Yan Yi'an actually meant it that way or not, Yan Xianjue decided to take it as such.
So he raised a hand toward the sky and declared indignantly, "A few days ago, a baseball bat of justice fell from the heavens and accidentally smashed into Zhuang Yuefeng's knee. Then, out of the kindness of my heart, I sent him to the hospital."
Yan Yi'an: "..."
Even if he truly did not know the full story, he would not believe Yan Xianjue's nonsense.
His fingers tapped the document on the desk. "Yan Xianjue, respect my intelligence."
"And then, I would like to ask whether that 'baseball bat of justice' received any external force?"
If Yan Yi'an did not ask, Yan Xianjue did not say.
But once Yan Yi'an asked, Yan Xianjue looked surprised.
"Ah, did I forget to mention it? Actually, Second Brother and I happened to be passing by him when the baseball bat slipped from our hands and hit him."
"But we immediately made up for that mistake."
Yan Yi'an reminded him, "You just said you kindly sent him to the hospital."
"Yes, we even prepaid one million in medical expenses for him." Yan Xianjue picked up naturally.
Yan Yi'an: "..."
Yan Yi'an: "Was that prank really so satisfying?"
Faced with his eldest brother's questioning, Yan Xianjue casually took a few steps back and stuffed himself back onto the sofa. "It was all right?"
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"It was all right?" Yan Yi'an repeated