Ji Yanzhi's brows suddenly drew tight, his grave expression tinged with disbelief. "Ji Ting can cry?"
They really were brothers. Even their reactions were identical.
Shen Mu Lan kept his face stern. "Why wouldn't he cry? With the way you talk, you could punch holes in him even if he were a Transformer." He continued irritably, "All these years, I'm the only one who's been able to put up with you. Back when we..."
Ji Yanzhi cut him off. "Talk about Ji Ting."
Shen Mu Lan fought the urge to roll his eyes and took a deep breath. "Fine, let's talk about Ji Ting. Have you ever thought about this? You're always so nasty and intimidating. What if he meets some bad guy out there who feeds him sweet nothings every day? Wouldn't Ji Ting get whisked away in no time?"
Ji Yanzhi looked at him for two or three seconds, then said coldly, "So when Meng Yunji fooled you back then, was that because your eldest brother was always scolding you at home?"
Shen Mu Lan abruptly clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes. "Ji Yanzhi, don't make me lose my temper!"
They had barely finished speaking when they heard a splash, immediately followed by Doubao's frantic howling.
Shen Mu Lan instinctively turned to look, only for Ji Yanzhi to grab his arm. "You said Ji Ting was in the backyard?"
Shen Mu Lan sucked in a breath, and both men took off toward the backyard.
The moment the door opened, a soaking-wet Doubao came charging at Shen Mu Lan, knocking him off balance.
Before he could steady himself, he heard another splash.
Ji Yanzhi jumped straight into the pond, filthy with sludge and debris, and scooped up Ji Ting, who had fallen into it.
"Oh my God..."
Shen