Yan Wan, who had just finished her morning training, readily agreed with Yan Ci. "Maybe they're afraid their brother won't die fast enough."
Yan Shan put away her phone. Since Yan Wan said there was no problem too, there probably wasn't one.
But she had barely turned off her phone when another message from Yan Ci popped up on the screen.
Yan Ci: "No, no. We sent it to the wrong group."
Yan Shan was puzzled. "There's no problem. No Yan Xianjue Allowed Today."
Yan Wan stared at the group name several times before suddenly realizing what Yan Ci meant.
Yan Wan: "It is indeed the wrong one."
Yan Ci: "Right? We need to move the conversation to the main group, or Yan Xianjue will definitely suspect we have another group without him!"
Yan Shan: "That's the truth."
Yan Ci: "..."
Yan Shan looked up at her younger brother, who was all over Shen Fangli and insisting on braiding her hair, then said seriously, "Besides, he doesn't have time to deal with you right now."
Yan Ci: "..."
Yan Ci: "Big Sis, look at Second Sis."
Yan Wan raised an eyebrow. "Your second sister isn't wrong. Why don't you get a girlfriend sooner? Then you won't need to be jealous of Yan Xianjue."
Yan Ci bristled. "Who would be jealous of him?!"
This time, Yan Shan simply put away her phone. The ugly, jealous face of a twenty-year-old single man.
As she thought that, her gaze suddenly shifted to the guard. "How old are you again?"
The guard froze at the sudden question, but still answered reflexively, "Twenty-seven."
Yan Shan nodded and said nothing more.
Guard: "..."
If you have something to say, just say it. What was with asking and then saying nothing?
He grumbled inwardly, *Besides, isn't my