"What do you mean, 'you came too'? I am your own son after all."
Fox San squatted in the corner of the garden, picking at the grass and muttering, "New broom sweeps clean, eh? I am the son of your own flesh and blood! Am I not better than that other one?"
"So, what if he's talented, has high cultivation, holds great power, and is clever? There's nothing special about that!"
"Look at the face! Mine is way more handsome than his!"
Before long, Fox San had piled up a load of grass, attracting a few little white foxes hopping and jumping all around.
The loser bites the dust; no more is needed to say.
There's no place for him in Fox Family anymore, even if there was, it would be an elegant room in the woodshed.
Pavilions and long galleries.
Several small white foxes brought tea, placing it next to Fox Er's foot. The latter took the teapot and cup.
Before she could pour the tea, Lu Bei took over, and served her the tea with grace, "Dear godmother, please have some tea."
