Tao Xue, with reddened eyes, retorted, "I did not damage your things; it was clearly you, speaking flippantly, and when you saw I did not comply, you intentionally threw the Guanyin you were holding, trying to frame me."
The father and son laughed, the younger son's face filled with pugnacious meat, completely unreasonable.
"How could I take a fancy to you dressed in tattered clothes, looking like this?"
As he spoke, he increased the strength in his hands slightly, intentionally ripping open Tao Xue's clothes and exposing her pale neck.
"Tell me yourself, how will you compensate? Otherwise, I'll send you to the officials to be imprisoned!"
As Tao Xue struggled, a bundle hidden inside her chest rolled out.
The man, quick with his hands, immediately picked it up and opened it, revealing a disdainful expression.
"What are all these? A pair of stinky socks?" Pinching his nose, he picked up the Emperor's dragon socks from among them.
