Liu Qingye supported her sister as she stood up, glaring at Zhang Yuan angrily, "Bastard, how dare you do such a thing to my sister!"
Despite the exposed wrongdoing, Zhang Yuan was far from panicked; instead, he sat down by the bed, smugly saying, "Sister Qingye, even if I did it, what can your Liu Family do to me? Or are you going to find someone to deal with me? Does your Liu Family have the guts?"
The reason he was so brazen was because the Liu Family's strength was far from matching that of the Zhang Family.
If things really worked out, he could totally use the excuse that the rice has already been cooked to force the Liu Family to marry Liu Xia to him.
"I'm telling you, from today on, I will no longer let you see my sister!"
Liu Qingye gritted her teeth and hissed, then prepared to leave.
"Since you're here, don't be in such a hurry to leave." Zhang Yuan put down his wine glass and clapped his hands, "Mr. Qian."
A figure dressed in coarse linen appeared at the doorway.