"Hello, foolish woman, what do you mean by that?" Annie looked furious, raising her voice as she questioned Xia Chuyi.
Xia Chuyi's expression was incredibly calm as she spoke to Jackson and his sister entirely in English, "Mr. Jackson, Miss Annie, I have a few questions for you."
"Mr. Jackson, are you trying to trade emotion for property?" Xia Chuyi first looked at Jackson, asking in an utterly calm tone.
"I, I didn't mean that..." Jackson, hearing her question, immediately tried to argue.
But Xia Chuyi didn't listen to his excuse and simply shook her head, continuing, "Unfortunately, I'm sorry."
Watching him expressionlessly, her eyes carrying a hint of sarcasm, she said, "From the moment your parents abandoned your kin, they had also forsaken familial affection."
"So, if you say that emotions can be traded for property, you would receive nothing because you lack 'affection.'"
Every word from Xia Chuyi was ironclad, each letter sharp as a needle.
