Xue Fanxin looked at the enraged Yue Changhong and mocked, "How am I going too far? The food is mine. I can give it to whoever I want. Is that wrong?"
"You're deliberately targeting me, right?" Yue Changhong was angry and afraid of Xue Fanxin. She had clearly warned herself repeatedly not to provoke Xue Fanxin, but she could not help it, because Xue Fanxin's actions always made her want to flare up.
"So what if I'm deliberately targeting you? You can't win against me. Even if I scold you, you might not be able to win against me, so I advise you not to embarrass yourself. If you provoke me again, I don't mind cutting off your other arm."
"You…"
"You what? I feel disgusted just by looking at you. Initially, we had no grudge, so there was no need to blow things up to this extent. But who asked you to always go against me and even want to snatch my fiancé in front of me? If I still give you a good attitude, wouldn't I be a good-for-nothing?"
