Beside the secluded private plot of someone's family, Jiang Mingyue's spiritual power collided with Jiang Beiyang and Yang the Third.
"Jiang Beiyang, I thought you were just irritable and brainless, but I didn't expect you to be so dirty-minded. Jiang Hui is your cousin, isn't she too young?"
Jiang Beiyang sneered coldly, "The Fourth House and the Third House are all the same, nothing good about them. Whose cousin is she? I don't acknowledge it. If it weren't for her mother teaming up with the Third House against our family, would we be in this situation?
But let's not talk about that, do you want it or not? Don't think I don't know; you've had your way with girls of the same age before, don't pretend to be a saint in front of me."
"Jiang Beiyang, I actually want Jiang Zhenmei more. You get her for me, and I'll give you fifty yuan."
Hearing such a large sum of money, Jiang Beiyang was naturally tempted, but recalling the beating he took today, he hesitated again.
