Hearing He Yong's outrageous words, He Ximei felt her anger rising uncontrollably.
She scowled, "Get out of here and stop making a fool of yourself."
He Yong looked sheepish and didn't dare to say anything more.
He was speaking the truth, though. His sister didn't like to hear it, but that was a fact.
Xiaofeng was attractive and now fell into the category of those who couldn't marry out, and who knows what those old bachelors in the village were thinking.
Fortunately, Xiaofeng wasn't living at home at the moment. If Xiaofeng had been at home, she would have inevitably faced harassment from those old bachelors. How would that be any different from a widow whose husband had died? Of course, there was a difference: Xiaofeng hadn't married yet and that made her all the more appealing.
Zhang Dacai looked at He Ximei and started to smirk, "Look at you, fatty, still haven't changed that temper of yours."
