"outrageous."

Ellie said firmly, "But sir, if I take people to dig up the young master, he will tear me apart."

It has been dismantled twice before.

They say things shouldn't happen more than three times, and Ellie doesn't want to be dismantled three times.

"Why don't you go and call them, sir?"

"Young Master wouldn't dare to dismantle you."

His sincere suggestion made sense to Qin Yan.

He then stood up and politely said to Sang Ning, "Sang Ning, please sit down for a while. I'll go wake up my silly little brother."

"······OK."

Sang Ning smiled and watched him leave.

After Qin Yan's voice disappeared, she excitedly asked Ellie, "Do you think your little master will beat your big master out?"

"meeting!"

Ellie was resolute.

Sang Ning felt the same way.

Sure enough, five minutes later, a furious shout rang out, followed by a loud bang.

“Uh…”

As soon as Louis opened the door, he saw Qin Yan fly out of the door next door, crash into the wall, and slide down in a spread-eagle position, looking quite embarrassed.

"Mr. Qin, should I close my eyes or go back to the room and pretend I didn't see anything?"

"puff······"

Before he could finish speaking, a suppressed laugh came from behind him.

Louis turned around, and Qin Yan, both ashamed and annoyed, also looked over.

Then, the two discovered that Mo Nai Nai and the others had all come out.

Qin Yan's face turned a deep purplish-red.

He gritted his teeth and maintained his composure, saying, "No need."

We've already lost face; there's no point in trying to save face anymore.

Just give up and do whatever you want.

"You brat, get out of bed right now!"

After getting up and straightening his collar, Qin Yan arrived at Qin Heng's door and called out under the watchful eyes of Louis and the others.

"roll!"

Another roll sound came, and Qin Yan snorted, thinking to himself, "You forced me to do this."

Lift your foot and kick.

"Bang--"

With a loud bang, the door to Qin Heng's room was blown open by his kick, which contained seventy percent of his strength.

"Aww!"

A scream followed by several more thuds.

Qin Yan's expression turned strange, and Louis and the others weren't much better off.

Something seems off.

Qin Yan stepped inside and fell silent when he saw Qin Heng trapped under the door.

Louis and his companions, who had initially come to join in the fun, fell silent upon seeing this scene.

The world fell silent.

Sang Ning and Eliewell, who were listening intently downstairs, exchanged a glance, their expressions conveying a clear message.

One person and two machines, and they walked upstairs.

Just as they reached the top of the stairs, the sound of hurried footsteps, accompanied by Monet's terrified voice, came from below.

"Ningning, something terrible has happened! Old Qin has lost consciousness and passed out..."

"ha?"

Sang Ning was shocked and rushed upstairs.

"What did Qin Yan do? Old Qin has lost consciousness?"

As she rushed towards Qin Heng's room, she asked the anxious-looking Mo Nainai.

Monet struggled to utter a sentence, "It's a long story."

Sanning, "······"

Sang Ning couldn't understand why it was so complicated.

She rushed into the room and found Qin Yan hugging her and patting his face to wake him up, as if his parents had died.

Qin Heng had a bruise on his forehead with a large bump, next to him was an extremely thick door panel.

Seeing the door panel, she roughly knew what had happened.

"Get out of the way."

Sang Ning snatched Qin Heng from Qin Yan's arms, skillfully taking his pulse and examining his pupils by lifting his eyelids.

Then, under everyone's gaze, she took out her golden needles from the spatial closure.

swish swish swish —

With a swift movement, the needle fell.

In a short while, Qin Heng's head was covered in thorns.

"How is the situation?"

"It's not a big problem, he'll wake up soon."

Qin Yan felt a little relieved upon hearing this, but still asked worriedly, "Won't my brother have suffered a concussion?"

If he really gets a concussion, then he'll be in deep trouble.

Sang Ning looked at him strangely, "Why do I feel like... you really want your brother to have a concussion?"

Why do you have such a strange idea?

Qin Yan looked at her as if she were an alien, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with my behavior that made you have such an absurd opinion?"

Sang Ning didn't find it unbelievable; it was just that Qin Yan's tone and expression just now gave her a strange feeling.

Although Qin Yan was indeed worried, she always felt that beneath his worry lay a hint of schadenfreude.

"I think you're gloating."

Louis and the others nodded.

"We felt it too."

Sang Ning replied, "It's possible for one person to feel something is wrong, but the probability of everyone feeling something is wrong is extremely low. Don't you think that makes sense?"

Qin Yan sighed, somewhat annoyed, "Do you guys have to be so sensitive?"

As he spoke, he grinned, revealing a pleased smile.

"To be honest, I was indeed gloating. To be honest, I never expected such a coincidence."

Looking at Qin Heng, he said, "That rascal has trouble getting up. After this lesson, I believe he should be able to get rid of his habit of sleeping in."

Sang Ning and the others remained silent.

To get his younger brother out of his habit of sleeping in and to gloat over his misfortunes, Qin Yan can only be described as a 'good' older brother.

I wonder if Lao Qin can handle his brother's kindness.

A group of people looked at Qin Heng.

Qin Yan pressed further, "When exactly will he wake up?"

"Soon."

Sang Ning took his pulse and gave an affirmative answer.

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