“Then this palace gate is quite interesting, describing the human trafficking as a marriage proposal.

Even if I’m not selected, I can’t go home?

Just because the palace officials say they are a good family, does that mean they are a good family?

What if that man is a prostitute and has contracted some dirty disease, or has some sexual fetish and is disrespectful to our Panpan, would he know about it?

Why did he crawl under someone's bed to investigate?"

. . .

Li Huashi's words shocked everyone at the table, and they looked at her in surprise.

Song Si and Li Huashi have known each other for such a long time and have been together for so long that he has long been accustomed to her occasional shocking remarks.

She was surprised at first, but now she is used to it.

and. . .

He who keeps company with vermilion becomes red, and he who keeps company with ink becomes black.

Song Si would occasionally say something shocking.

The Third Young Master Song couldn't help laughing: "Yes! Sister Li said yes!"

Song's mother glared at Song San and said, "We can just say this among our family members. Don't say it outside in the future. It's not good for your daughter's reputation."

Li Huashi said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, my father said that no matter how perfect a person is, there will always be people who say bad things about you out of jealousy.

The purpose of living is to make yourself happy. If you are not happy, others cannot be happy either.

So as long as the other person doesn’t say bad things about you in front of you and you don’t know about it, it doesn’t matter.

If someone says something bad about you in front of you... Hehe."

Song San was curious: "So what?"

Li Huashi smiled and said, "My father said that if you can beat him, knock out all his teeth. If you can't beat him, poison him and let him know the consequences of being mean and provoking the wrong people. If poisoning doesn't work, call in more people! One hundred people beating up one person will definitely be no problem."

Everyone: . . .

Hu Qi glanced at my father, my own someone, and couldn't help but curled his lips and smiled.