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n“Why are you so mad?”

n“…”

nShen Yan’an heard the little girl’s pitiful question and saw her clear cat eyes; there was no way anyone could let their anger out on her.

nOf course he knew that none of this had anything to do with Ye Sang, he just couldn’t help but take his anger out on her.

nThe boy pursed his pale lips together and replied in a barely audible voice, “…Who told you to tell the truth?”

nShe’s so stupid.

nDoesn’t she know how to lie?

nYe Sang took a step back and clenched her dress with teary eyes. She tilted her head to the side and heard his mumblings.

nThe little thing turned around and stared at him, “Brodda, what did you say?”

nWho’s your brother?

nThe little boy secretly argued back in his heart.

nZhao Yuan watched the two stare at each other and ignore him, and anger shot up inside him.

nHe picked up the ink bottle on the table and threw it over, cursing at them,

n“B****!”

nShen Yan’an pupils shrank.

nHe clenched his fist tightly and closed his eyes. At this moment, his thoughts were clearer and calmer than ever.

nHe was only going to get hit by it.

nHow bad could it be?

nShouldn’t he be used to this already?

nHowever…

nHe didn’t feel the expected pain.

nHe opened his eyes abruptly and heard milky sobs.

nThe little thing sat on the ground with black ink all over her, gazing at Shen Yan’an while sobbing and looking wronged.

nThe bitter way that she looked at him almost seemed like she was looking at a ‘traitor’.

nYe Sang would have dodged it from her spot.

nBut she remembered that someone was standing behind her.

nIf she dodged, Shen Yan’an would be hurt by it.

nWhen the bottle of ink flew towards her, she almost subconsciously shielded it off from the boy.

nBecause she was standing up, the glass bottle just happened to land on her head and she sobbed from the pain.

nThe cute little thing’s forehead had a red mark on it and ink tainted her white dress. Su Ruirui, who was watching from the side, immediately raged.

n“Fatty Zhao! You are so dead!”

nHe lifted his leg up and kicked Zhao Yuan’s round bottom furiously and his powerful kick sent the fatty flying.

nYe Niannian soon reacted and threw himself over, pinning Zhao Yuan fiercely on the ground.

nYe Niannian’s expressions were dark, “How dare you hit my sister?!”

nDamn it!

nWhere did this fatty get the courage to bully his sister?!

n“Wuu…” The little thing was too busy crying and didn’t think that they would start a fight.

nShe saw Su Ruirui and Ye Niannian throwing fists from the left and right, beating Zhao Yuan together.

n“Waoh! Su Ruirui is awesome!”

n“So is Ye Niannian!”

n“Poor Sangsang, she got bullied by Zhao Yuan.”

n“I heard from my dad that Zhao Yuan’s dad is Jiyue’s headmaster…”

n“Will they be expelled?”

nAll children sank into a moment of strange silence.

nIt looked like… they couldn’t exclude this possibility?

nShen Yan’an watched the drama in front of him coldly and quietly as if he was the outsider.

nHe was unreasonably calm.

nBut…

nWhen he saw a teary Ye Sang squatting down on the ground, tiny fluctuations finally appeared in his calm eyes.

n“Why didn’t you dodge it?” He remembered that that’s what he asked.

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