Do you have the right to control her?
"Pah!" Xin Xiaoxiao's temper flared, unstoppable, "You're talking nonsense."
After cursing, she forcefully shook off Zhong Qingyang's hand and prepared to continue toward the dressing room.
Zhong Qingyang's cold voice echoed behind her, "You can also resist your father and not get engaged to me. In the future, everything of the Xin Family will belong to your brother, your biological brother."
"Damn you!" Xin Xiaoxiao stopped in her tracks, bent over, picked up a pair of high heels from the ground, and hurled them at Zhong Qingyang, "Zhong Qingyang, mark my words, watch every step you take carefully because from the day we got engaged, I started sharpening my knife. Someday, I will cut your hypocritical skin to shreds, inch by inch."
She admitted she felt threatened.
She believed that if she didn't get engaged to Zhong Qingyang and didn't restrain herself, her father might really not give her a single penny.
