Liu Ruolan pulled Zhang Bin, whose head was hanging low, into the room and said apologetically, "Xiao Bin, I want to apologize on behalf of my sister. She's just hot-tempered and acts recklessly. Please forgive her."
"This time she's made my life miserable. She's a total pain in the neck. Our natures are completely incompatible. I'm the tip of the needle, she's the wheat awn. I'm fire, she's ice. I'm the monk Fahai, and she's the serpent demoness Bai Suzhen…" Zhang Bin said gloomily.
Liu Ruolan couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, now that things have come to this, we can only figure out how to handle it."
"Handle it? My head's about to explode," Zhang Bin said, still dejected.
"Aren't you just worried that Xiao Fang will be angry? Aren't you worried the villagers will call you a Chen Shimei?" Liu Ruolan said. "I'll take care of all this for you. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
