Just as Zhao Ruqian was feeling a bit worried about her sister leaving, Ye Haochuan stood up and chuckled, "Bingqian, don't go. Look at your sister, ferocious like a wolf or tiger—I'm a bit scared!"
Zhao Bingqian, still young and naive about the subtext in his words, giggled, "Uncle, my sister isn't as exaggerated as you describe. Don't worry, she's really nice as long as you behave, she won't trouble you."
Next to her, Zhao Ruqian listened and felt a surge of silent indignation, 'What the heck? Like a wolf or tiger? Do I look as easy to fool as Bingqian? Don't think I don't know you're insinuating that I'm too forceful. This guy is so annoying!'
"That's hard to say," Ye Haochuan glanced at Zhao Ruqian, grinned mischievously, "Look at your sister, she might as well eat me alive; I'm worried I can't handle it. Bingqian, it's better if you don't leave."