Wei Bao looked at the woman, his eyes filled with profanity.
"Heh heh, you might as well open your eyes and take a good look, what place do you think this is? Poor and treacherous mountains, why would I need six hundred thousand to spend?"
"Heh, I'm already thirty-seven and still single. It wasn't easy to buy a wife, and such a top-quality one at that. How could I possibly let you leave? Dream on, if you do as I say and live nicely with me, I promise you'll eat well and drink well. But if you dare to disobey, I'll beat you to death."
The woman looked around desperately, seeing the surrounding towering mountains, ready to burst into tears, and also the malicious image of Wei Bao in front of her. Thinking about being enslaved by such a man, her heart was filled with unbearable pain.
Zhang Xiaoshan looked at the noblewoman, a wave of pity and sympathy rising in his heart.
