Zhou Hanliang, covered in mud, came inside and picked up the teacup on the table, "Gulp, gulp..." and downed the whole cup of water.
Zhou Mikang tucked the photo into his inner pocket and glanced at him with a furrowed brow, "That's my cup, can't you remember things?"
"Heh heh..." Zhou Hanliang scratched his head with an awkward smile, "Thirsty, didn't look closely."
Glaring at him, Zhou Mikang reached for the teacup, filled it with water, and placed it in front of himself, warning, "Do it again, and I'll send you packing."
Zhou Hanliang laid down on the table with a sycophantic smile, "Alright, send me back then. Hanging around here every day, I'm really about to grow fur."
