What's Wrong With You Two? Looking For A Fight?

What difference did it make whether he agreed or not?

"Liu, are you seriously messing with me right now?"

Ye Liu grinned broadly as he listened to his brother's low-pitched, angry voice.

"Am I? I don't even know what you're talking about, how am I messing with you?"

"Liu!"

Ye Mo no longer kept his voice down. He shouted, "If you really consider me your brother, then listen to me. We can't allow Ling's waywardness!"

"So if I don't listen to you, then I'm not your brother anymore? And you aren't mine? Can we really change that?" Ye Liu countered, playing with words.

He was not afraid of Ye Mo and his infamous temper.

Ye Mo balled his hands into fists, making creaking sounds.

"What? Do you want to punch me?" Ye Liu eyed Ye Mo's clenched fists, smiling faintly.

He stood up so that the two of them were at equal height. The corners of his mouth were still curled up into a smile.