Youyou's gaze darkened. "Silver Wolf Gang?"
Pausing, he suddenly revealed a sly grin. "Alright, I got it."
His lips lifted menacingly at the corner as he left the place with Little Yichen.
The man watched the two kids leave; he somehow felt an inexplicable fear…
Youyou made it a point to drop by the kids' clothing store before returning to the hospital. He wanted to change out of his dirty clothes, so he bought a fresh set of clothes.
He did not want his mommy to see the footprint on his clothes, lest she be worried.
As for the handprint on his face, he bought a face mask to cover it.
Hence, when the two little lads returned to the ward, Yun Shishi was surprised to see him with a mask.
"Youyou, why are you wearing a mask?"
His voice was muffled by the mask as he replied, "Well, the hospital has lots of germs and viruses! My immune system is weak, so I'm scared of being infected."
It was summer now, and there was a large case of people down with flu, so she got what he meant.
His immune system was especially low, and the hospital truly had lots of germs and viruses; wearing a mask could somehow defend him from being infected.
Once Mu Yazhe settled the discharge procedures, the family of four headed home by car.
Youyou entered the study upon reaching home and locked it from the inside.
Yichen walked up and knocked on the door. He wanted to follow him in, too. "Don't disturb me now; I'm about to study."
The older boy got a headache upon hearing the word 'study'.
Locking himself in the study, the younger boy removed his mask; his face was still stinging from the slap.
His little hand lightly caressed his face. Although his brother had taught the man a lesson, he could not take the humiliation he had suffered lying down.
Is this… what it feels like to be humiliated?
He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.
Leaning slightly in his swivel chair, he took out his phone and called Li Hanlin.
The call quickly connected.
"Director Yun, why are you—"
"Agent Li." He impatiently cut off the man's preamble.
His subordinate promptly responded, "Yes! Go on."
"What kind of organization is the Silver Wolf Gang?"
"Silver Wolf Gang?!" His agent's voice contained puzzlement, too. "I don't know much."
"Go find out more about the gang and let me know the results as soon as possible," he ordered, hanging up thereafter.
A light rap came from the door.
He looked up. "Who is it?"
His older brother meekly requested, "Let me in."
"I don't like being disturbed when I'm studying." He held his swollen red cheek; he did not want anyone to see him in such a sorry state.
"Let me in, please? I'm worried about you." His sibling carefully worded his request.
He fell silent for a moment but ignored him in the end and powered on his computer, instead.
Little Yichen patiently knocked on the door from the outside.
Seeing that his younger twin was unwilling to open the door, he blackmailed, "If you don't open the door for me, then I'll tell mommy that you—"
Before his sentence could be completed, Youyou irritably stood up and went to open the door.
He was delighted when the door was finally opened.
His younger brother, however, glared at him. "Mu Yichen, I'll punch you if you tattle about today to mommy!"
As soon as he warned him, his gaze fell on the towel in his hand. Astonished, he asked, "What are you doing?"