"...call or text me when you get home all right, Yihao. Yeah?" He waited for Yihao to confirm, then just glared at Xue Yang as effectively as he could. That seemed gangster-like. Of course, Xue Yang just smiled and even put an arm across Yihao's shoulder, already asking him whether he wanted to get take-out at some drive-through.

Well, whatever. That left him with Meng Yao. Who, while less scary, also seemed like way less fun. "So, what's the deal? You have to do whatever I say? Is that what the young master stuff is all about?"

Better than him being a pervert, he supposed.