Feng Yan rubbed his wrist, staring at Feng Yiqian in surprise.
As far as he remembered, Feng Yiqian had always been like this.
Carefree and brainless. Feng Yan had never taken him seriously.
But what had just happened?
Since when was Feng Yiqian so strong?
Why was he so protective of Tao Zhiyan?
Feng Yan looked at Feng Yiqian, inexplicably unnerved.
Forget it. Better to pick on an easier target.
Feng Yan ignored Feng Yiqian and looked at Tao Zhiyan instead. "Come to my room."
"Why?" Before Tao Zhiyan could speak, Feng Yiqian cut in. "Why are you asking Butler Tao to go to your room, Yan?"
"Ze only just invited Butler Tao back," Feng Yiqian said. "You'd better not bully our Butler Tao again!"
Ze?
Feng Ze?
Feng Yan was even more confused.
Feng Ze had invited Tao Zhiyan back? Since when did Tao Zhiyan have that kind of clout? Did they take him for an idiot?
"Who are you to tell me what to do?" Feng Yan sneered at Feng Yiqian, then looked at Tao Zhiyan. "My room. Within ten minutes."
With that, Feng Yan headed upstairs.
The instant Feng Yan turned away, Feng Yiqian's expression changed. He raised his chin slightly and watched Feng Yan's retreating figure, running his tongue over his back teeth in irritation.
Only then did he exhale and turn back to wink at Tao Zhiyan. "I think something's wrong with Yan's head. Don't go, Butler Tao."
"Why don't you come to the set with me?" Feng Yiqian patted his chest. "I'll protect you!"
Tao Zhiyan shook his head. "No need."
He smiled as he spoke. "There may be some misunderstanding between the Second Young Master and me. You don't need to worry."
Feng Yiqian wasn't pleased to hear that.
He frowned slightly. "Butler