Lan Lixiao was cleaning the pictures in his study. He looked up when someone came in.

"I don't want to quarrel with you today."

Lan Lixiao snorted and continued to clean the pictures.

Lan Heng came towards him casually. "Stop cleaning them. My mother does not like you to do it."

"Nonsense!" Lan Lixiao shot him a glare. "You just said you did not want to quarrel."

"I am not here to quarrel with you." Lan Heng snatched the ...