"I am Shang Xiulin's master!"
Little Fatty struck out in anger, his presence thundering.
Little Fatty hated being disturbed while eating, especially after his elder brother had reminded him not to cause any more disruptions but was still bothered.
It was bad enough that this guy had recorded a video of the two brothers' eating scene and broadcasted it live; anyways, he and his brother didn't care about their image.
Oh, sometimes the elder brother did care…
Like today, he combed his hair over and over, and polished his shoes until they shone.
But still, he shouldn't have called the elder brother trash and shrimp.
If it had been only him that was insulted, Little Fatty wouldn't have gotten so angry.
Little Fatty thought of himself as a piece of trash, a silly and clueless fool.
But his elder brother was different; his elder brother could do anything, a god-like figure in his eyes.
He wouldn't allow anyone to disrespect his elder brother.