Luckily, Tang Little Second was a martial arts practitioner with especially quick reflexes.
Before Bo Yanchen could get a clear view of the figure, he had already dived into the little cubicle.
Bo Yanchen looked at Little Eldest, a puzzled expression on his face,
"Who were you just talking to?"
Tang Little Eldest clenched his small hands and his inky pupils rolled around in their sockets as he calmed down and retorted,
"Daddy, are you here to mete out punishment?"
He knew very well that Tang Little Second was involved in something, and Bo Yanchen was surely aware of it by now.
Before Bo Yanchen could open his mouth, Little Eldest said,
"Each person is responsible for their own actions. I won't get you involved in what I've done, and if those people from the Bo Family are angry, let them come at me."
Bo Yanchen watched him with a complex look,
"…I'm not here to mete out punishment. Are you hurt anywhere?"
