It was not that he belittled his brother. It was just that Brother was too outstanding. Be it in gun fare, fighting, math, physics, and history, he was far beyond. Even though he worshipped his brother, he was, after all, still a little boy, it did not feel good to be constantly being suppressed by him. So now that he was better than his brother at something, how could he not be excited?
It was also because of this that his interest in painting expanded.
Old Master Li understood Xia Ling's intention. He smiled and said, "Brother has his own specialty and you have your own. This is good. Your Aunt Ling… is good too."
These days, Li Lei had come to talk to him while he was staying in the villa.
