So you want to do it again?

Song Xiaoyang was stunned and wondered if he had just imagined the sound.

Shouldn't Pei Yushen have remained silent no matter how much ridicule and humiliation he received a year ago? Now he actually does it—

"Believe it or not, I can sue you for attempted assault right now?" Song Xiaoyang chuckled coldly, raising his chin slightly as he looked down contemptuously at the man in the wheelchair. "A terrorist like you with violent tendencies would be a threat to everyone's safety if you were in a school."

As soon as he finished speaking, some of the students around him whispered among themselves and looked at the boy in the wheelchair with fear and apprehension.

With the help of the system's translator, it took Chaochao several beats to understand what the resentful older brother was saying.

Are you talking about a violent person like Yu Shen who sits motionless by the window all day? Or a terrorist who can even bully a naughty nanny?

Pei Yushen remained unmoved by these remarks, which were clearly meant to provoke him.

Not content with merely inciting panic among the other students, Song Xiaoyang turned his gaze to the little boy standing next to him and laughed: "Little Chaochao, do you know what good deeds the person next to you has done?"

Pei Yushen raised his eyes, his fingers slowly curling and clenching.

He felt that Chaochao should know, but he didn't want her to know.

The young man, with a face as cold and aloof as frost, stared at the person and whispered in a low voice as if issuing a warning: "Song Xiaoyang."

It really is his weakness.

Song Xiaoyang's smile widened slightly as he continued speaking to himself—

"He stabbed my neck hard with his eating fork."

After he finished speaking, he adopted an expression of anticipation, expecting the little girl to show fear and disgust.

Pei Yushen's eyelids trembled slightly in silence.

When the judgment came, he dared not look to the side anymore.

Qiu Zhewen glanced at Qiu Zhewen sympathetically from the corner, a look that seemed to suggest you had everything under control—

The next second.

"I know." The little dumpling nodded calmly, then pointed to the bespectacled man beside her, still feeling a bit strange. "This bad older brother already told me."

Aren't you all in cahoots? Why do you have to say it again?

Chiu Che-wen, who was labeled the "bad older brother," was so angry that his face turned both black and red.

Song Xiaoyang: "...?"

Just as Chaochao put her hands on her hips, about to speak, she heard the boy's slightly hoarse voice beside her ear: "When did you find out?"

Of course, Chaochao wanted to reply to her brother immediately, "It was the day we went to eat cake, with my brother!"

She thought for a moment, then covered her mouth and leaned closer to Pei Yushen, telling him something more specific to help him remember: "It was the day I found the twig."

Chaochao spoke very softly, afraid that others would overhear and covet her precious sword.

How could Pei Yushen not remember that day? He was still in a daze that the little dumpling had known about it all along, and he hadn't come to his senses yet.

He wondered how Chaochao would react when she found out.

Pei Yushen, who always had a perfect ability to make logical assumptions, couldn't come up with anything at this moment.

He thought carefully back to what little Shan Shan had done after she came out of the dessert shop that day...

Suddenly, a picture flashed into my mind of a certain little dumpling who, as if nothing had happened, used the excuse of being tired to ask to hold hands, and then happily made her way into the wheelchair halfway there.

Why have I never asked him that?

Pei Yushen really wanted to ask her.

Song Xiaoyang simply couldn't understand this child. Shouldn't a normal three-and-a-half-year-old girl be terrified and break down crying?

"...You know what he did to me, and you still hang out with him? Does your own brother Jiang Chi approve?"

Chaochao initially didn't believe Cobra's accusations, but now it seems they might be true, but—

"Then what did you do to Brother Yu Shen?"

As various riddle-solving experts continued their explanations, Chaochao, who wasn't stupid, gradually figured it out after watching legal lectures and sitcoms every day.

Most of those things involved bullying Brother Yu Shen.

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered!

Is it wrong to resist?

Chaochao is still young and doesn't understand these kinds of complicated worldly affairs. She simply feels that whatever either side does, they have their reasons.

"I..." Perhaps because the little dumpling's expression was too serious, Song Xiaoyang was speechless for a moment, and her confident expression crumbled the moment she opened her mouth to answer.

"I know!" Just as the other party was being vague, Judge Chao Chao took a step forward with a serious face, her childlike voice ringing out, "Did you steal your brother's toy car? Did you pull your brother's little pigtails? And did you force your brother to eat green peppers that he doesn't like?"

The entire audience fell silent in astonishment: "..."

Song Xiaoyang, who had done other things but had never done these before: "…………"

Behind her, Pei Yu's deep eyes flickered slightly, and he calmly reminded her, "I don't have a little pigtail."

"Oh, I misremembered, I misremembered, hehe." Chaochao, who had blurted it out without thinking, realized something was off after being reminded by her family, and scratched her little tuft of hair.

Pei Yushen seemed about to speak but hesitated.

The little girl, who was about to turn away, suddenly turned back and secretly asked, "Brother Yu Shen, can you eat green peppers?"

"...I will eat."

Chaochao's eyes widened: "Uh...?"

Did she make a mistake in her notebook?

Isn't it green and grows in stripes?

Pei Yushen gently curved the corners of his lips at her and tidied her hair, which he had just messed up. "But you don't like to eat it either."

Chaochao, who had begun to doubt whether she had misremembered the menu of her older siblings, breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, "I told you I hadn't misremembered."

At this moment, there was still one contestant who seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

System: ...Little one, have you ever considered that what you drew might be a bitter gourd?

"I haven't done any of those things you're talking about."

Song Xiaoyang responded with a cold laugh.

Just as Chaochao was about to throw more chestnuts, Pei Yushen reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling the eager little dumpling to his side.

Seeing her puzzled look, the boy pushed the wheelchair forward with one hand, his dark eyes looking down at Chaochao, almost in a coaxing tone, "This time it's my turn to be in front."

Pei Yushen's faint smile vanished in an instant, and when he looked at Song Xiaoyang, he displayed a completely different, and most common, expressionless expression.

"What, are you here to stab me again?"

Song Xiaoyang chuckled disdainfully, his expression sinister and cold.

A bad feeling suddenly arose in Qiu Zhewen's heart, but it was too late to stop it.

"Since you've even forgotten what you did."

Pei Yushen's cold, dark eyes held a calm tinge of mockery. "How about we listen to it again?"

Suddenly, Qiu Zhewen, who was standing next to him, swore, and Song Xiaoyang's heart skipped a beat.

As Pei Yushen finished speaking, a series of incredibly familiar, even chilling, conversations came through his phone.