HRPM – Chapter 22  A Tragic First Encounter (10)

This man actually dared to bully the host—did he think Jin Luoluo was someone to be trifled with?

Jin Luoluo shot him a disdainful glance from the corner of her eye. “Looking at you, I thought you were a decent human being. Turns out you’re just a pig. No wonder you can’t even speak human language. Sigh—but I won’t stoop to your level. After all, we’re on completely different tiers.”

Xiao Yu’s smile froze.

He hadn’t expected this “Basket of Gold” to be so sharp-tongued—she shut him down in an instant.

She even called him not human. In all his life, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.

A strange feeling rose in his heart—he even forgot to be angry.

“Heh.” Seeing Xiao Yu put in his place, Xiao Yan found it quite amusing.

This fourth brother of his had always been arrogant, always the one bullying others.

Who would’ve thought that today, Jin Luoluo would make him suffer instead?

Jin Luoluo walked up to Xiao Yan and glanced at him with disdain. “What are you laughing at? Never seen an ugly freak before? Hmph. A man with feminine looks—either a schemer or a thief. Don’t keep staring. Yes, I’m talking about you.”

Xiao Yan couldn’t laugh anymore.

Even he, a bystander, had gotten dragged into this mess.

Jin Luoluo then walked up to Xiao Che.

From the beginning until now, this guy had looked like a block of eternal ice.

Silent, just staring at her as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her alive.

When had she offended him? What a weirdo.

“What are you staring at? Do I owe you ten thousand or something? Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyes out, make fish-ball skewers out of them—deep-fry them, then stir-fry them. Let’s see you stare then, hmph!”

Finally pushed to the brink, Xiao Che exploded in rage. “Jin Luoluo, do you think your head is too securely attached? Shall I help you move it? I wouldn’t mind throwing it to the dogs!”

This father and daughter pair were clearly here to test the limits of his patience.

Especially this damned Jin Luoluo—she was basically hanging herself from the longevity god’s noose, asking for death.

She showed him no respect whatsoever, even daring to insult him to his face.

She was simply courting death.

Once she married into his household, he would make sure she suffered a fate worse than death.

“Well, no need to trouble you for that~~~ Huh? What did you just say—this prince? Dad, why is this guy calling himself ‘this prince’? Nobody would actually name themselves something as lame as ‘this prince,’ right? Aren’t they just visiting guests?”

Only now did the slow-to-realize Jin Luoluo finally sense that something was off.