Zhao Yingying was startled. She hurriedly waved her hand in front of Yang Fen's frightened eyes and said, "No, no. My big brother killed a lot of people on the battlefield, and the smell of blood on him could scare children to tears. He loved to tear people apart with his bare hands, but he's not like that anymore. He doesn't like to kill people in such brutal ways. Now, he likes to tie people's hair into a ponytail and drag them all over the streets. He thinks it's more exciting to hear people's wails."
Zhao Ruifeng, who was far away in the disaster relief area, had no idea that his future wife and his dear sister were working together to defame and spread rumors about him. The two of them scared Yang Fen so much that her face turned pale and her legs trembled. She was so scared that she could not say a word and quickly ran away.
