"What?" Han Yong rolled his eyes and turned over, not even looking at Han Ziyan. He never knew that Han Ziyan was like a mad dog. She would bite everything that moved; it was better to ignore her lest she cause trouble for him.
When Han Ziyan saw that he was ignoring her, she felt even angrier. She could not help but say ruthlessly, "You are really good. Your family is really good as well. Your aunt almost caused me to become a barren woman, and yet I cannot even have some canned fruit? This is really too much."
