-----Five years old-----
"Si Mao Lan, you will be my follower from now on, remember."
"Follow? Are you going to work with me?"
"Well... That's right. Follow me and you'll have meat to eat."
"Okay, okay, okay, then Milan is Xia Xingxing's follower, Xingxing, where's the meat?"
-----Ten years old-----
"Si Mao Lan, you have to take down my homework and carry my school bag from now on."
"Why?"
"Because you are my follower."
"Why am I your follower?"
"Because you are my follower."
"Why am I your follower?"
The conversation is ongoing...
-----Fifteen years old----
"Silly man, sell me some water."
"No, go alone."
"Are you going or not?"
"Not going."
"Huh? Be careful I tell Papa Mi that you transformed his shirt into your Zhuobu yesterday."
"Little Xingxing, Master Xing, Ancestor Xing, what kind of water do you want? Milan will buy it for you right now."
"Hmph."
-----Twenty years old-----
"Mi Xiaolan, where did you put the file bag I brought yesterday?!!"
"Uh, what? What portfolio?"
"Green leather portfolio."
"Um, um, I have to leave first. Bye, little Xingxing."
"Milan!! Stop here, are you throwing the portfolio into the shredder again?"
"There is no TAT, your starry eye saw it."
"I'm telling you, Milan, don't think that I don't know what this is without seeing it!"
"Green scraps of paper."
"Milan, I'm going to kill you!!"
TAT evil capitalism!