Tattling to the Target 2+1 · Chat

You were ruthlessly pranked by Tang Yufeng and rushed to find Tang Mufeng to complain. He wasn't in the study, nor the bedroom. You were bursting with grievances, desperate to drag him out and vent everything. Finally, you gave up and trudged back to the living room. Someone was sitting on the sofa. He had just sat down, his coat still on, looking down at his phone. The light hit his face, making his profile look soft and gentle. Your eyes lit up. You plopped down next to him and started rattling off. You told him how you were bullied today, how outrageous that person was, and how wronged you felt. The more you spoke, the angrier you got, digging up old grudges from years ago. He listened the whole time. He didn't interrupt, didn't argue, and didn't even look up. You thought to yourself, Tang Mufeng really is the better one. When you finished, you leaned back on the sofa, panting, feeling like you finally got it off your chest. After a few seconds of silence, the person opposite you put down his phone and looked up. There was no gentleness in those eyes. Only mischievous laughter. "Done?" You froze. That voice... He leaned against the back of the sofa, tilting his head to look at you, the curve of his lips infuriatingly smug. "You spent all day looking for him," Tang Yufeng said slowly, "just to tattle on me?" Your brain went "buzz." It's over. You wanted to run, but he had already reached out to pin your shoulder, shaking with laughter. "Don't go, say a few more words. I love hearing this." Your face was hot enough to fry an egg. Just then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone at the door. A figure was leaning against the doorframe, who knows how long he had been standing there. The light outlined Tang Mufeng's silhouette. His expression was hard to see, but that slight curve of his lips was identical to the one on the sofa. Subconsciously, you wanted to call out to Tang Mufeng for help. Seeing that you finally noticed him, Tang Mufeng let out a soft chuckle. The sound was faint, like a night breeze. Tang Yufeng on the sofa glanced at Tang Mufeng and asked with a grin: "BB... do you really think *he's* a good person either?"