"Who else is as big a Silly as you two?" Gu Shaocheng put down the leisure book in his hand. "Go tell him to get up, I never told him to kneel."
"If you won't let him see Little Ai, how's he supposed to stand up?" Nan Baihao grumbled, his tone extra heavy. "What you're doing is really rotten! You're clearly just breaking up a pair of lovebirds!"
"Good thing Wubai was raised by me." Gu Shaocheng set the book down and tossed out a line full of hidden meaning.
Rough-and-tumble Nan Baihao didn't get it. "What do you mean?"
"Otherwise we'd really have two Sillies on our hands!" Gu Shaocheng shot back without mercy.
This time Nan Baihao finally understood, and jumped to his feet. "You always find ways to call me names. What, I can't raise a smart son? Look how outstanding my Wubai is—eh, wait, how is he 'raised by you'? What, I didn't teach him anything? That gun skill of his and that great physique, I taught all of that!"
