Shen Fangli laughed enough, then rummaged through her handbag and pulled out a piece of candy. "Are you called Chubby? Big sister has candy here. Do you want to come play with big sister?"
Chubby's face was practically drooling as his head swayed from side to side along with the candy.
Yan Xianjue was a little worried that Chubby's drool would drip onto his pants.
Just when he thought Shen Fangli's candy temptation was about to succeed, he clearly felt the soft little limbs wrapped around his calf tighten even more.
Yan Xianjue: "..."
Ah, let the world end.
Yan Xianjue stared blankly into space. Yan Ci happened to pass by, and the moment he saw this scene, he recalled what Grandfather had written in his letter about why Yan Xianjue attracted little animals.
He immediately comforted him. "Human toddlers count as one kind of fluffy little animal too."
Yan Xianjue looked up at him. Rather than comfort, why did Yan Ci's words seem so much more mocking?
Was that really just his imagination?
Seeing the murderous look in his eyes, Yan Ci shrugged and walked away without a care.
Shen Fangli stared after Yan Ci. "Didn't you say your second brother was still limping?"
Yan Xianjue said casually, "Oh, that was exaggeration. Isn't it said that injuries to the bones and tendons take a hundred days to heal? He still has medicinal plaster wrapped around his ankle. Doesn't that mean he's not healed yet? And if he's not healed, that means he's still limping."
Shen Fangli: "..."
What kind of twisted logic was that? Was that how equations were supposed to work?
Shen Fangli complained, "You didn't have to call a perfectly healthy person lame."
Yan Xianjue turned a deaf ear to her words. His body rigid, he tried