Ye Liu gently consoled his youngest brother.
"Ling, don't overthink things! What are you if not our brother? A stranger, then?" Ye Mo retorted sternly. "We'll talk about this when we get home. What's the rush?"
He could tell his brother must be overthinking it, but he should not have said those things.
"Ling, your brothers are right. Let's discuss it back home. You shouldn't overthink it," Li Wazi advised him too.
Ye Ling kept walking silently ahead. No one and no words would get through to him. He said nothing, and even his face was void of expression.
He was acting just like Ye Yang.
Ye Liu glanced sideways at Ye Mo, blaming his wrong use of tone.
Even if Ling had said something he should not have because of his messed-up thoughts, his brothers should not get mad at him or treat him badly, because that would only be counterproductive.
Ye Mo's expression only got more solemn, but at the moment he had to bear with it!
