The man glanced at the book in his hand: "Su Shi's poem [I often envy the jade man in the world, and the heavenly beggar and the sweet lady] is really wonderful, I really envy you."
The young man Qi Qi took away the book and glared slightly angrily: "What is there to envy? If it weren't for the young master, I wouldn't be able to compare to this little Su Niang?"
The man raised his eyebrows and smiled, pulled the young man into his arms, and snatched the book back: "I, a Zhuo Yulang, shouldn't let you harm others. You can only be my unlucky boy."
The young man couldn't help but gave up: "Shameless!"