Even If They Don't Bite Her to Death, They'll Scare Her to Death

Seeing that school was over, Dou Manni called Third Bub and asked him to bring a gift home for dinner.

Second Bub was attending an award ceremony in Country H and would definitely not be able to make it back in time.

Dou Manni became even more worried and called Third Bub again.

Third Bub did not seem to like Little Mian either. He hung up after a few words and did not say if he would bring a gift.

Dou Manni was on tenterhooks, afraid that her insensible sons would scare her darling Little Mian off.

"Mommy, Bubba and Sister are back!"

Ye Moliang pulled Xia Jinmian into the villa happily.

Ever since Ye Moliang met Xia Jinmian, he had become much more cheerful and lively.

"Aunt, I'll go upstairs to put my school bag first. I'll be down to accompany you later."

The Xia Jinmian right now did not look like the wild and ruthless person who had worked a bunch of guys over earlier; she was a picture of obedience.

Ye Moliang narrowed his eyes and smiled mysteriously. He was secretly happy—he knew his sister better than his father, mother, and brothers.

His sister was too cute. She was cool and suave when she delivered punches.

But when she got home, she was obedient and beautiful.

He really adored her!

Xia Jinmian turned around and left. Dou Manni's astute eyes saw the gauze on Xia Jinmian's wrist and she immediately looked nervous.

"Little Mian, hold on. Did you hurt your wrist?"

Xia Jinmian raised her wrist—took a look and smiled nonchalantly. "Scratched by a feral dog that dashed onto the road."

"Huh?" Dou Manni became even more nervous. "You need to be vaccinated after being scratched by a feral dog. I'll call the concierge doctor and get him to do a house call."

"Aunt, there's no need. I've already taken care of it at school."

Dou Manni's undisguised worry and anxiety warmed the cockles of Xia Jimian's heart. She smiled and turned around to go upstairs in a good mood.

Ye Moliang's expression suddenly darkened. He said coldly, "How dare a feral dog scratch my sister? I'm going to kill all the feral dogs on the road!"

Dou Manni glanced at Bubba, and her temples started throbbing uncontrollably.

Oh no, oh no. Bubba was turning out to be roguish like Big Bub, Second Bub, and Third Bub.

"Kill dogs? Did you get my permission?"

Ye Moqing had heard his younger brother say that he wanted to kill dogs the moment he set foot in the house. His already foul mood became even worse.

Dogs were his best friends since he was young. Even if they were feral dogs, he would not allow them to be hurt at all!

"Hmph! They scratched Sister, so I'll kill them!"

Ye Moliang crossed his arms and pouted coldly.

Ye Moqing sneered, "Scratched that adopted daughter? Looks like I'll release a few feral dogs by the roadside another day then. Even if they don't bite her to death, they'll scare her to death."

"Third Bub!" Anger appeared on Dou Manni's beautiful face. "Are you going to make Mommy unhappy the moment you come back?"

Ye Moqing glanced at his mother and revealed a sarcastic smile. He picked up his school bag and walked towards the stairs.

Dou Manni looked at his disheveled clothes and could not help but ask worriedly, "Who did you get in a fight with again?"

As Ye Moqing walked upstairs, he scoffed. "I'm not dead anyway. Mommy's concern is unnecessary."

Dou Manni was so angry that her chest heaved up and down, and she could not calm down for a long time.

Ye Moliang glared at Ye Moqing and chided, "Ungrateful scoundrel!"

If not for Sister's timely appearance, Third Brother would have been beaten to a pulp by those men in black. Now, he even wanted to set feral dogs on her.

Scoundrel! Big scoundrel! Third Brother is a super big scoundrel!

Ye Moliang's eyes turned slyly and he ran to the study room to complain pitifully.

"Daddy, Third Brother bullied Mommy the moment he came back. Mommy is about to cry from anger."

When Ye Yelin heard this, he immediately strode to the living room and saw his wife sitting on the couch, panting angrily.

After comforting his wife, he turned around and barreled to the third floor in high dudgeon.