"No, I won't! I just won't, brother!"
Fan Baor stamped her foot fiercely, "No matter what you say or think, what does the prosperity of the Fan Family have to do with me, a daughter of the house? You stinky men are incapable yourselves, so you forcibly impose these responsibilities on us women, what kind of skill is that? If you really had the ability, you wouldn't even dream of selling off your own younger sister!"
Having said that, she didn't care about Fan Ying's face, which had gone completely dark, and ran out crying.
"Baor! Baor... Damn it!"
Fan Ying chased out of the house, only in time to see the back of Fan Baor running out of the courtyard. He immediately slapped a column with such force that the column shook.
This silly girl was becoming more and more disobedient as she got older!
Did she think that he really wanted to be the executioner who forcibly splits lovers apart?
