"It's you who didn't pull Mr. Lin's name, right?" Lin Xiaoguai realized, "I bet they definitely think you're just some moderately wealthy country landlord, who'd have thought with you always drilling up into the tea mountains with the workers?"
Seeing her brother's skin that had become somewhat shiny and dark, Lin Xiaoguai couldn't help but laugh, "I'm telling you, sir, the rich get fatter in brain and belly as they get wealthier, but why do you increasingly resemble a refugee?"
"What refugee? Can't you speak properly?" Lin Xiaoxi pretended to be angry as he knocked on her head, "This is called sharing sweet and sour with the people, understand?"
"Okay, so you're approachable now, happy?" Lin Xiaogui couldn't keep back a chuckle.
