After teasing Mu Jiang, Feng Alin was afraid that he would run up to him and he might start to banter again. So, he immediately ran ahead of his brother and left the latter behind even if he wasn't afraid of Mu Jiang.
It wasn't something new to them but Mu Jiang couldn't help complaining to the man beside him.
"See?! Luhan, did you notice that now?! That brat..." Mu Jiang's face flushed as he asked Yan Luhan in anger.
"Yes. I saw. So what? It's not like he'll really do you. He is a little child. You shouldn't take their childish-meaningless things to heart. Or one day you'll die a worthless death." While speaking he began to walk back inside the villa.
"What child?! He is only two months younger than me. Sometimes I think it would have been better for me to be born later. Shaoling is of the same age but he is much more reserved from that shit." He murmured in helplessness as he followed him inside.
