"Little Du, did you bully Xiao Nian?" Xie Bi'an asked.
Fan Wujiao's expression changed as well, and he glared fiercely at Du Yu.
Just as Xiao Nian had said, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiao clearly trusted her deeply. Du Yu, who had only arrived two days ago, could not compare.
This plot appeared all too often in television dramas: a woman put on an act and played brothers against one another, and their brotherhood soon fell apart.
But Xiao Nian was a little cleverer than the women on television. She had chosen to run off without saying anything, making it seem more convincing and leaving Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiao more room to imagine things.
If he followed those television characters' example, offering endless explanations and flatly denying everything, the outcome probably would not be good either.
Du Yu slowly stepped forward, looked at Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiao, and said:
"Yeah, I gave her a beating."
Neither of them had expected that answer from Du Yu. Both froze, their anger suddenly finding nowhere to go. They could only ask in bewilderment:
"Why?"
"Why?" Du Yu shrugged. "We haven't known each other long, but why do you think I handed those three thousand copper coins straight over to you?"
The two exchanged glances, unsure what Du Yu was getting at.
"If I gave you such a large sum outright, that can only mean one thing: I saw you as my own brothers." Du Yu sighed and continued with an affected air of solemnity. "So, when we were talking at the restaurant today, I could tell that both of you liked Xiao Nian. I took it upon myself to get a clear answer for you tonight. Who did she actually like? My Seventh Brother or my Eighth Brother?"
The fierce looks