Yan Xianjue complained, "If it's that serious, I'll just throw him out of my villa."
Zhou Ye merely chuckled on the other end of the phone.
If Yan Xianjue would really do that, why would he be going through all this trouble now?
After hanging up, Yan Xianjue fell into deep thought.
Based on what Yan Xianjue had said and the scraps of information he had revealed while mentally cursing Lin Shi as an idiot, Yan Ci had already roughly guessed what had happened.
Still, he kept a thoroughly baffled expression on his face. "What's wrong?"
Yan Xianjue shook his head. "Nothing."
A moment later, he decided, "No, I should go back and take a look."
Since only Yan Xianjue and Yan Ci were home again today, he took the initiative to explain, "Lin Shi seems to have run into some trouble. He's at my place right now, so I'm going back to check on him."
Yan Xianjue felt rather conflicted as he said this.
He suspected his second brother had awakened some kind of prophecy ability—one where the good predictions never came true, but the bad ones always did.
Yan Ci casually asked with concern, "Is it serious?"
Yan Xianjue hesitated for a few seconds, then reaffirmed his faith in Lin Shi's cockroach-like resilience. "Don't worry. He won't die."
Then he heard Yan Ci let out a nearly regretful sigh.
Yan Xianjue shot him a suspicious look. Yan Ci simply stood up, turned off the movie, and pretended the sigh had come from Batman, the film's protagonist. "I'll go with you."
Yan Xianjue politely declined. "No need. You don't even know him."
Yan Ci thought, That's not entirely true. He's one unit of measurement for perverts, after all.
Besides, Yan Ci was going precisely because he was worried Yan