022 Unnoticed Understanding

"Which department are you from? How dare you treat a guest so rudely?"

Rushing over, Sinan had barely come to a halt before his eyes fell upon a slender figure standing not far away. At this moment, the person hung their head ever so slightly, looking helpless and aggrieved—a pitiable sight that tugged at one's heartstrings for no apparent reason.

A surge of protectiveness rose within Sinan; even as he barked out his reprimand, his steps quickened unconsciously. Hearing the commotion, Mu Qingcheng cast a glance over her shoulder and caught sight of a towering, broad-shouldered figure approaching. The aura he exuded was formidable, reminiscent of a brown bear on the move—powerful and overwhelming.

Meanwhile, two other individuals followed at a distance, stopping in the shadowed corner, quietly observing the unfolding scene.

Soon enough, these two watched as the "brown bear" strode forward like a hero rescuing a damsel in distress, his manner solemn and purposeful. Yet, as soon as he opened his mouth, his true nature was revealed:

"You, a grown man, bullying a young girl here—what kind of skill is that?"

Sinan planted himself firmly in front of Mu Qingcheng, standing between her and the trembling man, unleashing a torrent of words. He seemed to have completely forgotten his original purpose for coming. Animated, gesticulating, and speaking with fervor, Mu Qingcheng even noticed that his saliva sprayed the other man's face several times.

It appeared, however, that this "bear" held a special status; the man who had just acted so domineeringly towards her was now utterly motionless, indifferent to all Sinan's aggression. Mu Qingcheng remained behind, content to watch the spectacle unfold, amused by the ease of it all.

In contrast to her composure, the pair in the shadows felt quite the opposite.

"Tsk... Boss, maybe I should go over," Sibai muttered, headache mounting as he watched his muscle-bound, simple-minded brother. Though Sinan was only a few minutes his junior, Sibai often wondered if his brother's brain had ever properly developed. If Sinan had any redeeming quality, it was his knack for coaxing young girls. His temper, too, was like a powder keg, always ready to explode into a brawl. With the exception of their boss and father, he respected no one.

"Go ahead," the man replied calmly, one hand in his pocket, his demeanor unruffled. Yet his deep, penetrating gaze lingered on the "little wretch" nearby.

'Is that... the fifth child of the Mu family?' He narrowed his eyes sli