"Sure, I've got it right here," Bai Shan said. "I'm relieved that my Junior Brother really has a kind heart, but distressed that my Junior Brother really is quite dense."
Bai Erlang: ...
He couldn't help but let out a whoop of disbelief, his hands shaping into claws as he lunged at Bai Shan, "I'm going to hit you—"
Bai Shan turned and ran. "You won't even admit you're dense, and when it comes to fighting, why give a heads-up?"
So, he really couldn't afford not to run. Bai Shan sprinted away in a flash, Bai Erlang giving chase only to the doorway before stopping. Nearby in the courtyard, Mr. Zhuang and Bai Dalang, who were sitting and drinking tea, were so startled by Bai Erlang's yell that they almost dropped their cups.
Mr. Zhuang was fine, but Bai Dalang accidentally spilled his tea and scalded his hand. He couldn't help but bellow in anger, "Bai Cheng!"
