Zhao Guangran watched the three women chatting enthusiastically, feeling very displeased.
"Bro, why are they chatting so happily?"
"Isn't Chu Ling usually a prideful person?"
"Why is she so easy to talk to today?"
Zhao Guangran really couldn't understand, clearly a prideful person, yet suddenly so easy to converse with.
"What exactly are they talking about?"
"Why is Nana unwilling to learn calligraphy and painting with me?"
"My skills aren't bad." Zhao Guangran really couldn't understand, incessantly nagging before Zhao Xuran.
Zhao Xuran wished he could kick this fool out. He regretted that the courtyard used to have a small pond, but he had filled it in; otherwise, throwing him in for some clarity wouldn't be a bad idea.
Full of regret, Zhao Xuran couldn't kick Zhao Guangran to clear his mind, so he simply ignored him.
"Bro, why aren't you listening to me?" Zhao Guangran was unhappy, still very unhappy, as if despite his sour mood, his brother chose to ignore him.
