As the only person present who knew absolutely nothing about bombs, Ye Qi'an chose to leave the space to the two experts.
He went outside to keep watch so no outsiders would disturb them or discover them. Ye Xunzhi had prepared bomb disposal tools before coming. She put on her gloves, ready to get straight to work.
At first, Ye Chuyan diligently guided her, but then he noticed something was off.
How was his little sister working faster than he could explain? Did she really still need his guidance? She was clearly already quite a professional.
Watching the girl defuse the bomb with a focused expression and swift, decisive, precise movements, Ye Chuyan leaned against the wardrobe with his phone raised, the interest in his eyes growing.
It was unexpected. Originally, he had paid this little sister no mind at all, but now he felt the excitement of meeting a kindred spirit.
The only thing Ye Chuyan found strange, however, was how some of Ye Xunzhi's little movements as she defused the bomb seemed to mirror his own.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he had taught this girl himself. Must be my imagination. My imagination.
"I'm done." The girl's clear voice pulled him from his thoughts.
Ye Chuyan came back to his senses, immediately lowered his phone, and clapped rhythmically, generous with his praise:
"Great job."
Ye Xunzhi's eyes curved into crescents. "Then sorry for the trouble, Fourth Brother. Please let Third Brother know you guided me through it."
Ye Chuyan raised an eyebrow. "You're that certain I'll help you? Little sister, we only met for the first time today."
"So what? I think you'll help me." Ye Xunzhi tilted her head. "Won't you?"
Ye Chuyan laughed. "Of course I will. I like clever children, and you're my