Andrew awkwardly smiled, "Actually, what your sister-in-law mentioned as bullying isn't what you imagine. We are all university professors, cultured individuals, not the type to resort to physical violence."
Henry's voice turned cold, "Any kind is unacceptable! I know where your school is. If you don't drive, I'll go myself!"
Emily couldn't help but sneer.
Henry asked, word by word, "What's so funny?"
Damn, why is his voice so icy?
Emily forced herself to say, "The school is so big, with so many people. How will you find them all?"
Henry stared at her profile and said, "I'll start from the security guard at the entrance, all the way to the principal. I'll confront anyone who has bullied Andrew, and I, Henry, will deal with them on the spot!"
"If someone bullies your brother, will they admit it?"
"I'll judge by their expression," Henry said. "If anyone shows disdain when Andrew's name is mentioned, I'll hit them!"
Sweat! Is he really this aggressive or just being confrontational?
Emily was provoked by him, her temper flaring. She retorted, "If you dare, go ahead. What are you being so arrogant for here?"
Andrew panicked.
He quickly stopped Emily, "Don't say that. My brother is different from others. If he says he'll do something, he will!"
Henry clearly didn't want to waste time with them and reached for the car door.
Andrew immediately released the brake and said, "Alright, let's go."
Emily hadn't fully processed it yet. She secretly glanced at Henry in the rearview mirror, thinking, "Could it be? If he's really that tough, we'll have the upper hand!"
Instead of going to school, Andrew drove to the residential area and parked outside.
Henry's face darkened as soon as he got out of the car.
"Andrew," he explained quickly, "It's lunchtime now. Don't we need to eat too?"
Emily interjected, "If you really want to stand up for your brother, there's a place. We have a gangster girl living upstairs, who rides us every day, making a mess."
"Emily!" Andrew hurriedly stopped her.
But Emily continued, "It's the truth!"
Without a word, Henry headed towards the residential area.
Andrew shot Emily a disapproving look. She glared back at him, feeling exasperated.
Seeing Henry walk ahead for a few dozen meters, Andrew chuckled and said, "You have no idea how ruthless my brother can be. If he gets involved, the other party will either end up dead or disabled. You'll regret it if he really kills or cripples that gangster girl upstairs!"
Emily snorted, not believing a word.
Andrew lived on the first floor, and the gangster girl Isabelle, mentioned by Emily, lived on the second floor.
Coincidentally, as the three of them were about to reach the entrance of the building, a red plastic bag suddenly flew out of the second-floor window with a "plop."
It was meant to be thrown into the trash can but ended up on the ground.
Emily looked up and saw that it was Isabelle who threw the garbage.
Lowering her gaze, she realized that the bag contained sanitary pads!
"Hey, can you be civilized?" Emily angrily scolded, "Do you have no shame? Throwing such things around, don't you know my window is right below?"
Isabelle's pretty face appeared at the window, and she disdainfully smiled, "You're a university teacher, talk about civility and shame. Please be so kind as to throw it in the trash for me!"
Emily wanted to say something but saw Henry silently entering the building.
Andrew grabbed Emily and urged her to go home.
Emily was furious, "Hey, didn't you say your brother is tough? You said as long as..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a series of knocking echoed in the building's corridor, making the ground tremble.
Andrew's face turned pale, "Oh no, someone's in trouble!"
With that, he rushed into the building.
Emily was taken aback.
Although she didn't believe someone would really be in danger, the knocking from the second floor made her anxious.
Isabelle, 24 years old, had an extremely slender figure.
Her features were delicate, her skin fair, and her legs and arms were slender, giving her an ethereal appearance when she walked.
Though her hips were small, her chest was particularly alluring.
Absolutely the kind of person who shouldn't gain weight, with no trace of excess fat.
And where she should have curves, they were perfectly defined.
The sound of Henry's fist pounding on the security door made her heart race.
"Who is it? Did an earthquake just hit or something?"