"Damn it, shut your mouth! Don't force me to slap you on such a good day,"
Old Zhou was so angry that smoke seemed to be coming out of his ears.
However, Zhou Congjie completely ignored his elder brother's warning and his father's anger, walking up to Zhou Qin and unabashedly sizing her up.
With her face painted in thick Peking opera makeup and her eyes bright and upturned, Zhou Qin was a little scared facing Zhou Congjie's close inspection and hid behind Zhou Nanli, the heavy costume seemingly cumbersome.
Zhou Nanli shielded Zhou Qin behind him, glaring coldly at the nonchalant Zhou Congjie, "Don't scare your sister."
"What my sister? I don't acknowledge her," Zhou Congjie scoffed disdainfully and, after taking a good look, turned and walked away with his hands in his pockets.
