Catherine didn't care, "I'm crazy? You're crazy! I like Bo Yan. I didn't ask you to help me with anything. Can't you just mind your own business instead of meddling in mine? I had someone write that piece; how does it affect you? Why do you have to control everything, not only not helping me but also letting my efforts go to waste? Nick, what do you mean by this?"
Nick snatched his phone and stood up from the sofa in a measured pace, "I think you are indeed mad with obsession, knowing full well that the man is married with children, but you still insist on forcing your way in, even going to the extent of disgustingly intruding on a couple's life. It's a good thing you're my sister; if you weren't, I'd wish for you to die just to prevent our family's name from being tarnished."
"You..."
Nick's eyes were dark, a look Catherine had never seen before. She fell back onto the sofa, "Brother, is it so wrong that I like him?"
