"I can tell."
Yan Qingdu looked at Ye Yizhou and said seriously, "You didn't beat anyone to death. How is that not being softhearted?"
"Huh? Are you really that criminally inclined?"
Ye Yizhou got up from the rug, stepped back twice, and sat on the couch. Turning sideways, he rested both arms on the backrest and looked at Yan Qingdu, trying to find some trace of a joke on his face.
"Hmph." Yan Qingdu gave a soft snort.
"I was young and hotheaded back then, but you still have to call the police when the situation calls for it. See? I called them right away this time."
Ye Yizhou nodded as he spoke, his expression utterly serious.
"Don't be mad. These videos don't actually affect me much. They should be far more anxious than I am. They must hate whoever leaked them!"
At the mention of this, the smile on Ye Yizhou's lips became unmistakable. He even laughed aloud, looking as though he was enjoying the spectacle and wouldn't mind things getting worse.
Yan Qingdu watched Ye Yizhou's eyes curve with his smile, making him look like a cute, sly little fox.
As though infected by Ye Yizhou's smile, the corners of Yan Qingdu's mouth lifted slightly as he calmly considered the deeper meaning of his words.
Who were the "they" Ye Yizhou meant?
It seemed Ye Yizhou had never been the only central figure in those videos.
"Do they care that much?"
Although Ye Yizhou hadn't said certain things, Yan Qingdu could glean something from these videos and the information he already had.
Ye Yizhou wasn't the bully the online rumor spreaders claimed he was. Instead, the people he had taught such harsh lessons seemed more likely to be the bullies.
"They care. They care desperately. I reckon I'm