Seeing her frustrated look, Han Yingying's eyes flashed with a hint of a mischievous smile.
If she was looking for trouble, she shouldn't expect to get off easy herself.
The only skill she didn't have was infuriating people without paying the price, and her brother had honed that skill in her to perfection.
"You... don't interrupt me," roared He Xinyou, who had held back for a long time.
Han Yingying looked even more innocent, "I didn't interrupt you, you just stopped talking."
"You..."
"If you're done, then I'll be leaving."
"Don't go, I haven't finished yet," He Xinyou blocked her, furiously glaring at her, completely forgetting that she was there to provoke Han Yingying.
"Then continue," Han Yingying said leisurely, showing a completely unconcerned demeanor.
Just seeing her like this was aggravating in every way; He Xinyou was so angry that her chest heaved, and she almost screamed out loud.
