"This is Fang's home."

Lu Xiaoxiao took another step forward, almost standing in front of Fang Youwei.

Now she's standing, and Fang Youwei is squatting next to Grandpa Fang's wheelchair.

She continued, "Even if I really had a conflict with you, might I spill hot water on you? If I really want to act in front of the ink, as you said, my opponent's family has a plan. Shouldn't I throw myself at him?

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Fang Youwei's expression as if she was looking at a real mental retardation. "Just like you are now, go out and burn yourself and act like the most beautiful and poor white...