"Why would you think that?"
Ye Yizhou lifted his eyes to Yan Qingdu, his lips curving slightly. "People should count themselves lucky I don't bully them. Who would dare bully me?"
"I've got plenty of strength and tricks up my sleeve. Who would dare bully me!"
As he spoke, Ye Yizhou even waved his fists and made a show of looking fierce to prove he was no pushover.
Yan Qingdu's large hand enclosed Ye Yizhou's waving fist, while his other hand gently caught his chin, turning his face toward him. He did not let Ye Yizhou change the subject:
"I heard from Jing'an that you used to be an adorable little porcelain doll, a soft, squishy little rice ball, a sweet baby boy. Somehow, you suddenly turned into a little terror."
"He might be a little tyrant, but that doesn't make him any less adorable."
"His exact words."
That showed just how adorable Ye Jing'an thought his little brother Ye Yizhou was!
"If someone really bullied me, my dad would tear them apart."
Ye Yizhou blinked and said with a smile, "He couldn't bear to let me suffer the slightest injustice."
After saying that, Ye Yizhou's eyes shifted, and he added a qualification for accuracy:
"Of course, if he's the one causing it, forget I said anything."
A soft chuckle escaped Yan Qingdu's throat, low yet exceptionally clear.
Ye Yizhou looked up and saw the slight upward curve of Yan Qingdu's lips, his gaze flickering a little.
"So? Did it happen or not?"
Ye Yizhou had thought he had successfully changed the subject and was secretly celebrating, but Yan Qingdu had not taken the bait at all.
"It didn't reach the level of bullying, and it was only an attempt."
Ye Yizhou shrugged. Unable to dodge it any longer, he