Zhang Xiaohua grinned. "Second Brother, don't try to trick me. How could I possibly say that password out loud?"
"You know it's improper, yet you still want me to say it myself?" Zhang Xiaohu blurted out.
"Huh? What password?" Guo Sufi found it strange as well.
"Well... Mother, you should ask Xiaohua!" Zhang Xiaohu had already decided that this fellow was Zhang Xiaohua!
Seeing his mother looking at him, Zhang Xiaohua said awkwardly, "It was nothing. I was just joking with Second Brother!"
"Then you should say it all the more. Who knows whether what you said is right or not?" The moment Zhang Xiaolong heard it was a joke, he perked up.
"Then... fine. Disciple, prepare brush, ink, paper, and inkstone for your master!"
"Yes!" "Yes, this disciple will go at once!" Two voices rang out, and both ran outside at the same time.
Before long, Ji Xiaohua entered carrying the brush and ink, while Shui Tiantian came in with the paper.
Zhang Xiaohua glanced mischievously at Zhang Xiaohu, picked up the brush, and wrote two lines of large characters that looked like crabs crawling across the paper: I love you, Chen Chen. I love you, Changge!
"Ah?" Everyone was stunned, then burst into laughter. Zhang Xiaolong threw his head back and laughed, nearly clutching his stomach. Even Zhang Bairen, held in Liu Qian's arms, laughed until he rocked back and forth. Zhang Cai, Mr. Liu, and Guo Sufi endured with extreme suffering, determined not to let themselves laugh aloud!
Changge and Chen Chen, on the other hand, flushed scarlet and glared fiercely at Zhang Xiaohu.
Zhang Xiaohu felt utterly wronged, his face plainly saying, "What does this have to do with me?"
After a long while, when everyone had finally stopped laughing, Zhang Xiaolong said, "There's no need