"Achoo..."
Jim Thorne sneezed several times in a row, rubbing his nose hard. He grumbled unhappily, "This scent is just like that wretched woman's—so strong it's making me choke."
An idea struck Tang Xiaonan. She grabbed Jim Thorne's ear and asked urgently, "Jim, which wretched woman are you talking about?"
"Ouch... Xiaonan, be gentle..."
Jim Thorne cried out in pain, feeling even more miserable. 'This is awful,' he thought. 'My sister's picked up all of Mom's bad habits. Mom loves pulling my ears. No, I have to teach her properly. I can't let her become a tigress.'
Tang Xiaonan let go and urged Jim Thorne to hurry up and explain.
"Who else could it be but that wretched woman—Adrian's old man's mistress. This stench is worse than an outhouse... Achoo..."
