"I just want to trample everyone into the dust..." Lan Sizhan's eyes were filled with madness, "I just want them to know, who is the real strong one? Who is the true king? I want all of them to crawl at my feet."
"Madman..." Bai Xiang said, "Lan Sizhan, you've completely lost it.
If you want to go crazy, go do it back home, don't dirty my eyes here."
"Xiang..." Lan Sizhan, addressing Bai Xiang, spoke much more gently, "I hope we can be like we used to be—chatting about anything when relaxed, and focusing completely when doing research, working in perfect harmony.
We've been good brothers for decades, and also great partners.
Xiang, I will definitely heal your leg, I hope our brotherhood lasts a lifetime."
Rarely speaking to this madman Lan Sizhan, Bai Xiang pulled the blanket over himself completely.
It was an expression of his desire not to see and thus not be bothered.
