"Cousin!" he reminded her.
Scoundrel? She knew that rascal was no good, so why was she still clinging to him?
"A cousin is still a brother." An Yin justified, her lively eyes clear and bright, with that bruised forehead on her stunning face making her appear a little adorably silly.
Bao Shaojin rarely saw her this sharp-tongued. For Bao Cheng, that brat, the young girl had shed her usual timidness. Bao Shaojin's cold eyes instantly froze like ice.
Seeing his silence, his face frighteningly gloomy, An Yin added, "You were the one who asked how I should handle it first, and after I answered you..." She didn't finish her sentence, leaving the rest unspoken.
An Yin felt wronged, her hands restlessly twisting the hem of her clothes, her gaze caught by the pool of blood on the ground.
"I'll reprimand him."
After a long pause, the man finally spoke.
