The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Yingchun, now renamed as Yang He, suddenly trembled all over, feeling somewhat uneasy. However, Yu Qingge, sitting next to her, patted the back of her hand reassuringly: "Don’t be nervous, my sister is the most protective of her own." This text is hosted at NoveI(F)ire.net

Yang He nodded.

"Hehe..." Yang Ruxin laughed, "I think you must be mistaken. Yingchun is a lost relative of ours whom we have been searching for over the years; I’m hardly short on money, how could I possibly sell my own family member? It’s a relief that Yingchun wasn’t sold to the Qunfang Pavilion yesterday, otherwise, it would have been quite troublesome."

"So, you are refusing?" Xiong Gang frowned.

"I believe I have been very clear and straightforward," Yang Ruxin spread his hands, "Any person would understand, wouldn’t they? My refusal is quite obvious..."

"Do you know who the patron behind the Qunfang Pavilion is?" Xiong Gang’s face twisted for a moment.

"No matter who the patron is, we must talk reason, mustn’t we? Are you suggesting that you’ll forcibly take her?" Yu Qingge jumped down from the carriage and, with arms crossed, looked at the other party, "If you want to try to take her, let’s see if you have the ability."

"This person is ours, but you forcefully took her from the boat last night." Xiong Gang sneered, "Then don’t blame us for not being courteous... What’s wrong with force?"

"Alright then, let’s see how you intend to be discourteous?" Yang Ruxin nodded, glanced at the six burly men, "Are all of you coming at once, or one by one?"

Xiong Gang’s brows furrowed. This young man seemed fresh-faced; could he be an expert? Regardless, today he had to take that freak back with him, and with a wave of his hand...