Abu knew that Lu Yunshen had talked to his sister once after getting married, but she thought he was lying to her.

Now that they've witnessed it firsthand, they still insist on humiliating themselves by wanting to compete.

"Why?" Aslan asked, her eyes filled with confusion. She had waited for ten years.

Abudu's tone grew more serious: "You two are from two different worlds, it's impossible for you to come together."

"Have you completely forgotten everything I analyzed with you before?"

Aslan shook her head. A few years ago, she had wanted to give up, but one of her brother's comrades came and encouraged her, saying that if she persisted, she would get what she wanted.

But now, as Aslan looked up at the family of four, he felt only envy and was consumed by jealousy.

“How can they be two different worlds? We’re in the same country,” Aslan retorted stubbornly.

She knew in her heart that they were not a good match.

Life in the west is vastly different from that in Beijing.

Abu ignored her and got up to drink with Lu Yunshen.

At that moment, an SUV sped along the road leading directly to the horse farm.

“Boss, Aslan wouldn’t lie to us; his whole family lives at the horse farm.”

The man's hand was whipped, and the wounds were shocking.

“Abu wouldn’t easily hand them over…” The other man’s expression hardened slightly.

They used all the money from selling the sheepskins to bribe officials during this antelope hunt; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to rescue the two men.

"I don't care, this time I'm going to shoot him dead..."

"Slap!" A slap landed directly on the person's face.

"Just teach him a lesson and tell him to mind his own business. Trying to shoot? Does he have a death wish?"