Yang Shaoshang's face turned ashen with anger, his vision darkened in flashes, "Yang Xiangming, if you weren't my own sister, I'd wish I could smack you to death! Zhang Congjun may be a master, but he is not Xiao Ying's master! In front of Xiao Ying, he can only bow his head and act like a servant! Moreover, can Zhang Congjun's character even compare to Xiao Ying's? Xiao Ying has never even been in love, pure in body and heart, wholly devoted, never philandering, while Zhang Congjun? He's had nearly a hundred ex-girlfriends, if not eighty, and you actually accepted his pursuit. Are you sick in the head?"