"Er. I dunno. I think they were gonna move again anyw--" Wait. Chenglei frowned, then folded his arms and rested his head on them. Of course. Of fucking course. This did explain everything. Well, not everything, his parents were still odd, but the frequent moving? The insistence that he learned how to defend himself and beat people up and also never wanting him to get too close to people or draw too much attention? Right. That did explain his entire life's misery nicely.

Now he had childhood friends and was a gangster. Ugh. He was so tired.

Xue Yang returned carrying a tray, but he let Yihao sit down first, then set the tray down, immediately reaching for the cake that looked best for him. Glancing at Chenglei, he laughed. "What's with the future boss?"