Prince An looked at the paper in his hand and said sheepishly, "I just glanced at it."
"No problem, go ahead and read it." Xiao Hen entered the house.
Prince An pointed next door, "Is it… like this every day?"
Xiao Hen hummed a confirmation, "When Jiaojiao isn't here, he's like this." Bathing is like going to battle.
Recalling how even in the next room he was disturbed to the point of a tingling scalp, Prince An could hardly imagine how Xiao Liulang managed every day.
Thinking this way, Xiao Liulang seemed to have it quite tough.
"By the way, what are all these?" Prince An asked, pointing at the stack of papers on the table.
"Arithmetics." Xiao Hen replied.
"Arith…metics?" Prince An furrowed his brows in confusion.
Xiao Hen glanced at the paper in his hand, "What you're looking at is the ratio calculation."
Prince An's expression turned even more perplexed, "Shouldn't ratio calculation be done by the Circle-cutting Technique?"
