Like? What does it mean to like?
A girl like that, Hu Hao would never marry as a wife. He had emphasized this repeatedly before.
"You don't like her!" Brother Luo saw the answer on his face and clenched his fist, turning to scold his sister simultaneously, "Are your eyes open? You said you'd have children for him, but he never liked you or your child at all."
Little Sister Luo tilted her head back and started to cry.
"Stop crying." Hu Hao couldn't stand her crying, and said impatiently, "There's no need to pretend you like me. You're just after my money, I know."
"Did you hear that? He said you're after his money. You boasted about him in front of me, saying he's different from other men, well-educated, went to college, and would never do such hypocritical things, that he would be sincere to you and wouldn't deceive a little girl like you." Brother Luo said to his foolish sister, while casting an extremely sarcastic smile at his sister and Hu Hao.
