Qiao Duo'er snorted lightly, "You better worry about yourself, instead of having your whole family wiped out."
"Big brother, look at this girl, she's got a sharp tongue and doesn't look half bad. Why don't I grab her for you and send her to your bed tonight..."
"That's a good idea. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and grab this old woman too. She looks like she could be a good hand at work."
Qiao Duo'er slammed the kitchen knife down on the chopping board: "You're looking for death!"
She originally wanted to negotiate with these people, but now there's no need.
"Aiyo, little sister, I just love that you're so feisty." As he spoke, he reached out to touch Qiao Duo'er's cheek.
That skin was smooth and delicate, surely a great feel to the touch.
A slight smile tugged at the corner of Qiao Duo'er's mouth, she was waiting for the opportunity to chop off one of his salty pig hands.
Just as she was about to make her move, someone grabbed the man's hand, and then he let out a wail.
