Tang Mubei was also hit right in his sore spot, so he silently went back to lurking.
Lu Fusheng, "Young Master Tang, you're really not being fair, he's your own brother after all."
Tang Yuxiu, "Is having your own brother to laugh at your expense part of being brothers?"
Lu Fusheng, "…You win."
Tang Yuxiu VS Lu Fusheng, Lu Fusheng suffers a defeat and chooses to keep quiet.
Tang Yuxiu snorted, a group of punks dare talk behind his back, they're courting death.
Xue Jiarui suddenly popped up, "Huh, I just went to the bathroom for a bit, and you all veered off topic? Weren't we here to discuss who Young Master Tang brought home and why, and how come everyone is knocked out like they're in a coma? Your fighting power is too weak."
Here comes another punk.
Tang Yuxiu was unafraid and continued typing, "If you dare throw your mess on me again, I'll toss it right back to your dad."
Xue Jiarui, "…Can we still be good brothers?"
