"Big brother, you promised not to laugh."
At the dinner table, Zhu Kui cast a resentful glance at his elder brother. Ever since Zhu Bo had heard the reason for the wrestling incident, his laughter hadn't stopped.
"Don't get me wrong little brother. I'm not laughing at you, I'm just happy. It has been three months since we saw each other, I'm really glad!" said Zhu Bo solemnly. But as he spoke, he turned his body away to avoid eye contact with Zhu Kui, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
"Big brother, it's enough. I'm almost depressed to death."
Zhu Kui complained, "I thought you'd be angry for me after hearing what happened, but mentioned nothing about it and only laughed."
"Little brother, it's not that I don't want to help but it's about fairness. You fell by yourself. What does that have to do with our uncle?"
"It's not about our uncle. I'm talking about some trifling person."
