An Guoming spun around, his expression fierce. He roared, "What are you honking at?!" But after shouting, he froze on the spot, dumbfounded.
An Guoqing leaped out of the driver's seat. His sturdy, muscular frame cast a large shadow over An Guoming.
"Brother An... a misunderstanding! I... I thought it was Jiang Xia."
"So what if it was Jiang Xia? Let me tell you, Jiang Xia is my master!"
Still half-squatting, An Guoming was grabbed by the collar by An Guoqing and dragged aside to "discuss life."
An Guoming's face was a mask of misery. He desperately wanted to say: 'Brother An, you've got the generations mixed up!'
Jiang Xia followed behind An Guoqing and An Guoming, trying to placate them.
"Brother An, don't do that."
"Brother An, take it easy."
"Brother An..."
With every "Brother An" Jiang Xia shouted, An Guoqing would give An Guoming a light rap on the head with his fist. It didn't hurt much, but the position was rather awkward.
