"Such a mischief-maker! How dare you to burn other's courtyard."

Zhu Jiuyin gave her a slap, and Yuan Xueyi felt her face stinging and ached.

"Is there anything good on the woman? Besides, she has a husband. Master, why bother?"

Since his thoughts had been read, Zhu Jiuyin became angry from embarrassment. He lifted Yuan Yueyi up, about to throw her out. But seeing the mischief maker's face full of tears, he turned around and left. He felt more ...