Jiang Mo is now your second sister's man; that makes him ours too, right? There's no difference. I can make use of him, and you can make use of him too..."
As she spoke, Chun Yu began to feel that something was off.
What kind of nonsense is this?
Ptui, ptui!
Her face burning red with shame, the eldest sister wished she could slap herself.
Qiuye couldn't help but laugh at the comment, wiping away her tears as she muttered softly, "Who talks like that? Second sister would get angry if she heard it."
"Dare she get angry?" Chun Yu's eyebrows shot up, the absurd words she had been suppressing suddenly burst forth again, "I am the eldest sister. If I want her man, would she dare to disagree? She should just obediently bring him to my room."
Qiuye smiled wryly, and her gloomy mood was somewhat alleviated.
The young girl gazed at the distant house, and after watching for a while, suddenly felt a sense of relief.
