"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about!" Yingtao's fair little face suddenly turned as red as a Fuji apple. She was so embarrassed that she dared not even look at Zhao Yang, quickly turned her back, and, like a fleeing bird, ran out of the house.
"Dad, have you lost your mind? Yingtao is my sister!" Zhao Yang said with a mix of laughter and tears.
"What's there to fear about your sister? You're not blood-related," Zhao Yishan stated seriously.
"But she's still my sister!" Zhao Yang said, starting to feel a bit desperate as it seemed Zhao Yishan was serious.
"What, you look down on your sister? It's so hard for men in our village to find wives. If I don't keep her for you, what will you do if you can't find a wife and have to stay single?" Zhao Yishan said.
"But I can't marry my own sister!" exclaimed Zhao Yang, his eyes widening in shock.