Sure enough, at Zhang Xiaohu's rhetorical question, Zhang Xiaohua looked utterly disdainful. Curling his lips, he said, "Give me a break. The Misty Sect nowadays... what secrets do you still have from me? You're completely naked already..."
"Father, look~~" Zhang Xiaohu immediately turned to Zhang Cai. "Xiaohua's gone bad! He can even say something like that!"
Zhang Xiaohua had not expected his second brother to tattle on him. Looking at his father and Mr. Liu, he felt rather awkward.
Who would have thought Zhang Cai would not take it seriously either? He shot Zhang Xiaohu a glare and scolded, "You only think about finding yourself two wives, but you won't allow Xiaohua to have a few thoughts of his own? Xiaohua is in the flower season and rainy season now too. What's so strange about him saying a few words like that?"
Then he turned and asked Mr. Liu, "Mr. Liu, tell me, am I right or not?"
"Ah???" Zhang Xiaohu was dumbstruck. He was not surprised by his father's doting on his younger brother, but rather... the words "flower season and rainy season" coming from Zhang Cai's mouth truly made a layer of [***] bumps rise on his arms. When he looked at Zhang Xiaohua again, Zhang Xiaohua wore an equally chilled expression.
Only Zhang Xiaolong remained perfectly composed, as though he had long since been tested by such trials.
"My in-law speaks very well." Mr. Liu stroked his beard, smiling with the air of one fond of teaching others. "Though Xiaohua is eighteen or nineteen, he still looks quite young. 'Flower season and rainy season' is used wonderfully!"
Zhang Cai said proudly, "It's all thanks to Mr. Liu's influence!"
"I dare not accept it, I dare not accept it!" Mr. Liu burst into laughter.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua