Wen Shaoyu's attitude made it clear that no one's pleas would help. Even though the young man's older brother often hung out with him, it made no difference.
Only then did Yan Ningke understand why this little idiot had been able to sit at the main table. He had an older brother who had worked his way into their circle.
Unfortunately, fun was fun, but taking it too far meant facing the consequences.
Even Yan Ningke, who often joked and tussled with Wen Shaoyu because of Shao Ke, still knew where to draw the line.
Left with no other options, the young man's brother turned his pleading gaze toward Si Yanzhuo and Shao Ke.
Yet the two men opposite him looked even more indifferent, amusement even curling at their lips.
Birds of a feather flocked together.
Yan Ningke silently took a sip of his juice. They really wouldn't have ended up together if they weren't all cut from the same cloth.
Anyone who offended those three could only pray for themselves.
He still didn't know what had started this farce. If he had, he would have given Wen Shaoyu a big thumbs-up, then kept a very close eye on his Brother Zheng!
His Brother Zheng wore a calm expression just then, but inside, his emotions were churning violently. An indescribable feeling struck heavily at his heart.
He didn't dare be certain that the other man was standing up for him, but that seemed to be the answer.
Young Master Wen. Wen Shaoyu.
Emotions rippled in Zheng Yan Che's eyes, most of them bewilderment and uncertainty.
The young man held back tears as he ate mouthful after mouthful of blueberry yam. The cloying sweetness filling his mouth made him gag repeatedly, but he didn't dare spit it out.
The atmosphere grew