"Fourth Brother."
Xiao Yancheng held a cup of tea, his expression languid and leisurely. He took a sip of tea, set the cup down, and naturally dusted off the empty sleeve of his left arm. He stood up with one hand behind his back and locked eyes with Fourth Master Xiao across the hall. He chuckled lightly, "You're not sitting, which makes me seem like an inhospitable host!"
Fourth Master Xiao didn't glance at him, swung his robe, and sat down on a chair to the side, replying coldly, "Here, it's not your place to call the shots!"
"Oh, really." Xiao Yancheng walked over, stopped in front of Fourth Master Xiao, and bent slightly as if speaking to a child, looking down at Fourth Master Xiao, raising an eyebrow playfully, "Without realizing it, Fourth Brother has indeed grown up and matured quite a bit!"
Fourth Master Xiao's eyes, sharp as arrows, lifted to look at Xiao Yancheng, his gaze cold as ice, "Spare the words, state your purpose directly!"
