"What are you doing? You've already smashed over a dozen of my TVs this week, cut my internet cable, and even took my fried chicken delivery to feed the dogs. Do you really think you can do whatever you want in the Lian Family?"
Lian Jie quickly jumped up from the sofa and shielded the TV with his body. These days, life might be disposable, but TV is not one could ignore, as the little sisters on TV were all irresistibly cute—it made the Green Tea and White Lotus types seem like heaven compared to this walking disaster at home.
"Tell me right now where she is, or else I'll set this house on fire. Not only will you have no TV to watch, but you won't even have a place to lie down. It would be best if you burnt to death; at that time, I wouldn't even prepare a coffin for you. I'd mix your ashes straight into the cat litter."
