"It wasn't me," Yechai exclaimed, ressiting, but Nanchuan only laughed.
"We will talk about it. Don't worry," he smiled, but it was more like a wolfish grin. Now Huobai wasn't that surprised that everyone thought his father had ties to the underground. He looked like a mafia member at that moment.
"Nanchuan, you know how I am… I would never do it…" Yixing's father looked really scared and his voice was almost as if he was begging.
To be honest, that really stunned Yixing. He had never seen his father like this. Never. He was always the one with the upper hand, but now it looked like he couldn't do anything else than beg for forgiveness.
But Yechao wasn't the only one scared. Binghuo paled even more And Yixing could feel his fear, because he started trembling. His skin was death-cold.
Yixing hugged him more. Binghuo looked like a five years old now. He still hadn't grown up. But it wasn't his fault. His mother just sheltered him too much.
