Lin Mubai kicked Han Xiayang hard, causing his whole face to twist in pain: "Ah, why did you kick me?" Sob sob sob, he really pitied himself, unable to return home and now being mistreated by others.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar small figure. Under the astonished gazes of the onlookers, Han Xiayang suddenly stood up from the ground, took three steps to come to An Jiayou, grabbed his collar, his eyes filled with malice: "You little bastard, where are my wallet and car keys? Give them back to me now."
The little guy, with his collar grabbed, remained unflustered, even carrying a slight smile: "Why so angry? Let’s just talk it out."
This smile fell into Han Xiayang’s eyes as blatant mockery. Talk it out? He didn’t want to talk it out at all; if he could, he’d just want to beat up this annoying little bastard fiercely.
Thinking about all the suffering of last night, he wished he could beat up this instigator to dispel the hatred in his heart.
The more he thought about it, the colder the light in Han Xiayang’s eyes became. An Jiayou was also not afraid to meet his stare back, so the fierce gaze of the two, one big and one small, met mid-air without anyone backing down. In this tense atmosphere, it took a while for An Nan to react and seem to understand what was happening, quickly speaking up to try to stop them.
"Mr. Han, don’t be impulsive, let’s talk it out," An Nan said while giving her little one a warning glance, signaling him to stop, otherwise she wouldn’t mind giving him a one-on-one fight tonight.
(To explain: The so-called one-on-one fight means An Nan would beat up An Jiayou tonight, and if Lin Mubai teamed up with An Nan, it would be a mixed-gender fight.)
Receiving An Nan’s warning look, a fear crept into An Jiayou’s heart, and his aura immediately vanished without a trace, with a hint of awkwardness in his lowered eyes, the kind of awkwardness of being caught doing something wrong in public.
Thinking it over, An Jiayou realized he was never the person who would deny what he did. Admitting it wouldn’t be bad, and the most crucial thing right now was to calm the anger of the two people before him. Otherwise, An Nan might skin him alive tonight. In the next moment, he looked up with an earnest expression and apologized to the person before him: "Uncle Han, I’m sorry for being willful. I apologize, your phone and car keys are in my room. I’ll go get them now."
After speaking, An Jiayou went up to get the keys to open the door, and once inside the house, he placed the bag in his hand on the floor by the door, changed his shoes, and went to his room at such speed that he didn’t give the people in the living room any chance to speak.
From start to finish, he didn’t glance at An Nan’s face, not because he didn’t want to but because he didn’t dare, knowing her expression must be icy cold. Unknowing, his neck shrank, and in this late autumn and early winter period, his back was soaked in cold sweat.
At the same time, he felt that this time he had probably overdone it and wouldn’t have an easy time for a while.
As An Jiayou’s figure disappeared, An Nan quickly gave Han Xiayang a deep bow and apologized with guilt: "Mr. Han, I’m sorry, Jiayou is truly too ignorant. I am so sorry, truly sorry." Follow current novels on NovelHub(.)net