"Tear a piece off your robe if she starts shouting for paper," Second Young Master Li said, staring at Li Xing'an's robe.
Li Xing'an jumped up, "Why tear mine? My robe already has a hole in it!"
Earlier, while chasing the leopard, his poor only robe got snagged on a tree branch.
"The fact that it's torn makes it easier to tear, so hurry up and tear it off. I'll take it to find Third Sister!" Second Young Master Li urged him.
"I'm not tearing it!" Li Xing'an shouted angrily.
Second Young Master Li dropped the leopard, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards Li Xing'an, "Oh, smelly brat, you keep saying you're the one who loves Third Sister the most among the siblings. Now that she needs paper, you refuse to help? Hypocritical scoundrel!"
"You're the hypocrite, damn it! Why don't you tear yours?"
"My mom is your mom too! You little brat, you dare insult mom? Today, I'll teach you a lesson as your older brother!"
