Li Qing held his tea and comfortably settled into the chair, smiling as he asked, "Shisan, how have you managed to let your sister live until now with her being the way she is?"
"Bastard, what's wrong with a woman like me? Did I eat your family's food?" Zi Ling shouted angrily with her teeth bared.
Watching the two of them start bickering again at the drop of a hat, Shisan's head immediately began to ache.
He weakly said, "Brother Li, in fact, my sister is quite nice."
"Yes, yes, she is nice. You, I can see it now, are truly a compliant subject," Li Qing said, shaking his head with a smile.
Shisan was taken aback, "Brother Li, I am speaking the truth."
"Shut up already, stop talking to him," Zi Ling, her face nearly red with anger, interjected, "This dog can't spit out ivory."
Shisan's headache grew worse.
After hesitating with a headache for a moment, he suddenly said, "Sister, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll go buy you some food!"
