"You stinky boy... Dare to call me Laonan a cow." South China stood up angrily and pointed at him. His face was black and blue.

Hanzi poured another cup of tea, gently sipped it, and then laughed, "Isn't that a cow, then what are you?"

Nanhua said angrily, "Lao Tzu is not a thing." Xu was stunned. This small linguistic trap, which has been circulating for decades, still trapped him in. As soon as he spoke, he knew he was wearing the kid's condom again. He opened his mouth wide and could not say a word.

Han Zi smiled faintly: "The Southern Master was not something, but because of admiration,...