Who Will Compensate For My Youth?

"Let go!" Chu Yang glared at him in a fierce manner.

"You let go!" Mo Tianji became angry.

"Let go! Little Wu wrote this for me," Chu Yang wanted to punch this guy in the nose.

"Nonsense! My younger sister has written this, and I can't see it? But, you — an outsider — can see it?" Mo Tianji wasn't willing to let up.

….

A long while passed. Then, the two finally compromised.

"Let's divide… half each!"

"…"

Mo Tianji looked at the first paper of his half of the pile with a twisted face. It read, "Stinky Second Brother! I hate you! I hate you… hate you… hate you!"

Mo Tianji's complexion turned white. He then heaved a long sigh, and turned over the paper.

The second paper read, "Smelly Second Brother Mo Tianji, I hate you!"

Mo Tianji rubbed his temples. He went on looking at the third paper, "Elder Brother Chu Yang, I miss you! When are you coming to pick me up?"

Mo Tianji's face turned black.