"Go take care of your brother!" His mother opened the door and let him in. After saying this, he went to work.
"Oh!" He curled his lips and walked to the yard unwillingly.
"Brother!" He shouted.
"You, go away! You bastard, why are you back? I'm warning you, don't try to get my things! I won't let you play with it if I lose it! Huh!" After the little boy said this arrogantly, he turned around and played with his model.
"You..." It turns out that everything is still the same as before...
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