"Auntie,"
Qin Yihan held his phone, a faint smile at the corner of his lips, "Has Zihao gone mad?"
"How could I join forces with Su Xiaoli to bully him?"
The man's voice was laced with a casual laugh, "Zihao is tall and strong, I'm as weak as a kitten, and Su Xiaoli is petite..."
"The two of us together wouldn't be a match for the robust Zihao, either."
His words made Qin Hanshuang pause at the other end of the phone.
When Zheng Zihao had just been rushed into the emergency room...
His mind did seem a bit confused.
He mentioned Qin Zimo stepping on his hand while alleging that Su Xiaoli had injured him.
But...
Her own son, Qin Hanshuang knew very well what he was like.
Her son, Zheng Zihao, was unlike the Qin brothers, Qin Yihan and Qin Zimo.
Zheng Zihao alone weighed 180 pounds.
He often went to the gym, so neither Su Xiaoli nor Qin Zimo could actually hurt him.
Thinking of this, Qin Hanshuang felt somewhat smug, "Zimo, you do have a point."
