Yian Muyu glanced at Yian Jingxue and desperately suppressed the jealousy in her heart. She said in her most gentle voice, "She clearly has a lot of money, but she'd rather watch her own uncle and aunt struggle financially than support the uncle and aunt who were willing to raise her. I've never seen a woman with a harsher heart than hers, she..."
"Enough!" Han Zuo cut her off, saying coldly, "I've heard of supporting one's own parents, but never of having to provide for an uncle and aunt. Don't make excuses for your greed and shamelessness. Also, don't talk badly about my girlfriend in front of me. I never hit women, but if any woman bullies my woman, I wouldn't mind making an exception."
With a powerful, icy sharpness radiating from Han Zuo, Yian Muyu couldn't help but shiver and took a few steps back.