A similar scene happened at the Xi family home.
Xi Xinheng cheerfully called his mahjong buddies to play mahjong.
Xi Xinheng also wanted to take his son's iron stove to his study room while he worked.
Of course, Xi Rui refused and stopped him.
"This is mine. You can't take it."
Xi Xinheng glanced at him and said in a fancy way, "You're a playboy who runs around outside every day. You don't need it at all. It's also a waste.
"I have to go to the study room to work every day."
Xi Rui choked, how did a dandy like me provoke you?
He pursed his lips. "Go find your father."
Xi Xinheng's hands were itchy. "How can a son find his father? Only his father finds his son.
"Alright, aren't you going out to show off your sweaters and wool pants? Hurry up and go."
Then, he urged, "Otherwise, that kid from the Liang family will steal the limelight."
