"If I say no?"
Xiao Yi looked indifferently at the woman before him.
There was a sense of cold pride and disdain for everything in the woman's brows, which Xiao Yi found somewhat repulsive.
"Then, I will return the favor tenfold," Zhou Yueyao said coldly.
"My brother has a minor injury, and yours will be severe."
At this moment, a child walked over.
"What's wrong, don't dare to take off the mask? Are you an ugly monster?"
The child, named Zhou Zixin.
The Family Head of the Zhou Family, in his middle age, was blessed with this only son, whom he doted on immeasurably.
His sister, Zhou Yueyao, also loved him very dearly.
It seemed as though he had other protective items on his person.
Xiao Yi's slap just now hadn't injured him.
He still hopped and skipped over, coming over with pride in his step.
"Even though I can't see your face."
"But with your clear brows and handsome eyes, you must have been a good-looking young master before."
