Fearing that he was mistaken, Wen Chi rubbed his eyes and took a second look.

It was Wen Liang.

Even if Wen Chi forgot how he looked, he would never forget the red mole between his eyebrows.
Wen Chi had seen several men with moles between the eyebrows in the East Palace but none of them had a mole on the center of his eyebrows that was more conspicuous than the protagonist’s.

Others know women by the smell of their fragrance, while Wen Chi recognizes Wen Liang by the mole between his eyebrows

The teenagers who bullied Wen Liang also had red moles between their brows and they had malicious smiles on their faces, pushing and shoving Wen Liang while chattering..

It’s a pity that Wen Chi was so far away that he couldn’t hear what the teenagers were saying.

He could only see that Wen Liang was very helpless and was crying very sadly.

Wen Liang was already thin and frail and he was only about 1.7 meters tall, half a head shorter than those teenagers.
He was even a little unsteady when being pushed around, he was clutching his arms and his lower lip was bitten until it turned white. 

Wen Chi’s expression was a bit complicated.
Although he didn’t like Wen Liang, he would feel sorry to see Wen Liang being bullied.
He hesitated for a moment and decided to leave.

Out of sight out of mind.
Whether Wen Liang is dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

However, Wen Chi turned his head and met Shi Ye’s profound expression, and did not know how long Shi Ye had been staring at him like this.

Wen Chi felt guilty inexplicably and he pulled the corner of his lips and said: “Young Master Shi, we’d better go back.
There are still people waiting for us in the restaurant.”

Shi Ye propped up his chin and put on a posture of watching a good show.
He did not respond to Wen Chi’s words but pointed in the direction of Wen Liang with his eyes: “Acquaintance?”

Wen Chi whispered, “I don’t know him.”

As if he couldn’t hear Wen Chi’s answer, Shi Ye said to himself, “He’s being bullied.”

Wen Chi didn’t know what this crown prince wanted to do, so she could only say, “I really don’t know him, let’s just go.”

Shi Ye smiled slightly at Wen Chi.

Wen Chi: “…” He had an ominous premonition.

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The next moment, Shi Ye’s palm turned over and a small lump of clay that Wen Chi had just used appeared on it.
Before Wen Chi could react, Shi Ye flickered the lump of clay out.

Wen Chi watched as the clay ball scurried out like a bullet and in a flash it had precisely hit Wen Liang’s calf.

Wen Liang, who was caught off guard, let out a scream and knelt directly on the ground, startling the teenagers who were still pushing him.

Wen Chi looked at Shi Ye without a word: “Young Master Shi, what are you doing…”

Shi Ye squeezed the mud ball in his palm and said concisely: “It’s fun.”

Wen Chi: “…”

This dog prince is really a dutiful villain and he never forgets to make things difficult for the main character.

When Wen Chi fell silent, Shi Ye bounced another clay ball out and the clay ball hit Wen Liang’s other calf with precision again.
Wen Liang, who barely just got up from the ground, fell to his knees again incomparably miserably and several teenagers on the side looked dumbfounded.

Shi Ye was having fun while flickering the clay balls out of his hand, one after another, all hitting Wen Liang and causing him to fall over and over again.

In the end, Wen Liang’s face was blue from the pain and he didn’t even have the strength to get up from the ground.
He lay on the ground and cried miserably.

The gentle cry attracted the attention of many passers-by and the teenagers panicked and ran away.

Wen Chi glanced at Shi Ye, and found that this guy was still addicted to playing and squeezed a clay ball that the vendor had packed for him, pretending to flick it out.

Wen Chi couldn’t stand it anymore.
It’s not that Shi Ye bullied Wen Liang but he was angry at Shi Ye for bullying Wen Liang and dragging him along as cannon fodder.
He doesn’t want to die under the halo of the male lead so quickly.
Can’t Shi Ye secretly bully Wen Liang when he doesn’t know about it!

“Young Master Shi, it’s getting late, we should get going.” Wen Chi said and reached out to push the wheelchair.

This time Shi Ye didn’t say anything, threw away the clay ball in his hand and sat quietly in the wheelchair.

Wen Chi breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt a little sorry for Wen Liang.
What happened just now was an unexpected disaster for Wen Liang.
However, this sense of guilt was soon forgotten by him – he felt that something was wrong.

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“Young Master Shi.” Wen Chi whispered, “I feel like someone is staring at us.”

Shi Ye said leisurely, “You are right.”

Hearing this, Wen Chi panicked for a moment but he quickly calmed down again.
He thought of Shi Ye’s calm attitude and remembered the scene of Shi Ye strangling Yue Shan with one hand.
Suddenly, his sense of security increased exponentially and he walked without fear.

Wen Chi became confident and even began to make plans: “Young Master Shi, who is the person staring at us? Why don’t we lure that person into the alley and capture him alive.”

Shi Ye tilted his head and the corners of his mouth was raised as if he was smiling: “Are you going to catch him?”

Wen Chi was silent for a moment: “I can only lure the person.”

Shi Ye said again: “And there is more than one opponent, there should be more than ten people, are you going to kill them all?”

Wen Chi smiled awkwardly: “Isn’t it because you are here…”

Shi Ye sneered: “I’m just a disfigured cripple, do you expect a cripple like me to help you?”

Wen Chi: “…”


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