Ignoring Yan Xianjue's resistance, Yan Ci threw an arm around Yan Xianjue's neck. "Come on, tell your big brother how you're unhappy. Make your brother happy."
Yan Xianjue: "..."
"I'm going to beat you up," Yan Xianjue said seriously.
Yan Ci raised a brow. "You think I'm scared of you?"
They had both been taught by Uncle Lu. It was not like either of them did not know the other's tricks.
Yan Xianjue said, "I suspect..."
Yan Ci's ears perked up.
"...that Mom and Dad are hiding something from me!"
Yan Ci: "..."
Wasn't that true? Not just their parents—everyone in the family was hiding things from him.
But could Yan Ci say that? He would be doing well enough if he did not kick Yan Xianjue's train of thought completely off course.
Yan Ci spoke casually. "I've only seen children report everything to their parents. I've never seen parents report everything to their children."
He looked at Yan Xianjue strangely. "I remember you not being this controlling before. Could it be that, in the year you turned eighteen, you finally discovered you had some kind of Oedipus complex or Electra complex?"
It was clearly a joke, and Yan Xianjue knew it was a joke, but that did not stop him from grabbing Yan Ci's wrist with one hand and trying to fling him away.
And just as Yan Ci had said, they had both been trained by Uncle Lu. Besides, this was not the first time he and Yan Xianjue had fought. They knew each other's moves far too well.
So he reacted quickly as well, rolling over the back of the sofa and forcing Yan Xianjue to let go.
When Yan Shan heard the commotion and came out of the laboratory, she saw that the living room looked