The next day, on top of the hundred-meter tall ship, Xu Zhou glared at the little rascal Xu Chang. "Why do you blurt out everything!"
"I'll say what I want, you can't control me!" Xu Chang stood on the chair, hands on his hips and a defiant expression on his face.
Xu Zhou, with a puffed beard and widened eyes, turned to look at Chen Mu.
"What Soul-Bewitching Soup did you feed him?"
Chen Mu, with a suppressed smile, spread his hands, "I'm quite kind, and the little brother Xu Chang is equally kind; it's probably a case of like recognizing like."
Bullshit!
Xu Zhou couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"It has nothing to do with Big Brother Gongsun, Old Xu, I'm doing this for your own good. It's wrong to swindle people!" Xu Chang, with hands on his hips, childishly exclaimed.
Chen Mu couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"I swindle people all to provide for you," Xu Zhou continued to glare at Xu Chang.
