Yingchun, now renamed as Yang He, suddenly trembled all over, feeling somewhat uneasy. However, Yu Qingge, sitting next to her, patted the back of her hand reassuringly: "Don't be nervous, my sister is the most protective of her own."
Yang He nodded.
"Hehe..." Yang Ruxin laughed, "I think you must be mistaken. Yingchun is a lost relative of ours whom we have been searching for over the years; I'm hardly short on money, how could I possibly sell my own family member? It's a relief that Yingchun wasn't sold to the Qunfang Pavilion yesterday, otherwise, it would have been quite troublesome."
"So, you are refusing?" Xiong Gang frowned.
"I believe I have been very clear and straightforward," Yang Ruxin spread his hands, "Any person would understand, wouldn't they? My refusal is quite obvious..."
"Do you know who the patron behind the Qunfang Pavilion is?" Xiong Gang's face twisted for a moment.
