Zhi looked at the black characters on the white paper, grabbed it in his hand, and tore it into strips. Finding it amusing, he tore it into smaller pieces, then found a small cloisonné enamel box from the Grand Dowager and collected the tiny pieces. When no one was paying attention, he quietly stuffed them into the cabinet.
Xiqiu pointed at Zhi and Fourth Master Xiao, sighing, "How can he do that? I wonder whom he takes after."
Fourth Master Xiao looked at his son and laughed heartily, carrying Zhi around the room a few times. The father and son's laughing expressions were carved from the same mold.
