Bazak looked behind the man and saw that Tu Ya’s complexion was very poor. Tu Ya felt bitter inside, "Flay Dong, let’s make a deal!" She thrust out her full chest, her voice clear, "I only want him. I can trade the fourteen men in my account for him! He alone can’t satisfy you, but Bazak and the others are different. There are many of them, and Bazak is skilled. They’ll definitely make you comfortable!" Dong Huiying was stunned for a moment before her expression cooled. "Hearing you say that, the deal does seem profitable. After all, there’s only one Haoming, and to think that I can trade just Haoming for over a dozen men? I really am getting a great bargain!" Liang Haoming suddenly squeezed her hand nervously, shaking his head forcefully, "Don’t trade, don’t agree to it!" Dong Huiying gently patted his hand. Stay calm, she thought. How could she possibly agree to such an absurd proposition? She looked back at Tu Ya, who was clearly pleased. Tu Ya thought Dong Huiying’s words meant that Flay Dong was tempted. Little did she know that a cold shower was about to follow. "However, what do you really think people are? Living beings with flesh and blood, lively human beings, and you treat them like goods, to buy and sell at will? My Haoming is one of a kind in this world; the only one! Not to say a dozen, even if you added a few hundred, a few thousand, I still wouldn’t trade!" Then, she spoke again, "Miss Tu Ya, I must tell you, this matter has upset me greatly. What’s mine is mine, and no matter how much you try, you won’t be able to snatch him away. Also, let me advise you. There won’t be a next time! If you dare set your sights on my Haoming again, don’t blame me for being rude!" The petite girl seemed to be shrouded with frost on her face. She gave Tu Ya a deep look before turning around. She took Liang Haoming’s hand, ready to walk away, but Tu Ya became anxious. "I’ve said it before, he can’t satisfy you! Aren’t you being too selfish? By not accepting other men, relying solely on him, do you really want to drain him dry, or even wait until he’s dead before you’re willing to be content?" She let out a cold laugh, "You’re meddling too much!" "In life, he is my man; in death, he is my ghost. Why should I trade my own husband with others? And you, coveting someone else’s man while looking for such a noble excuse, appear to be great and selfless as if you’re considering our well-being? But thank you, your nosiness is something I don’t need at all." Tu Ya wasn’t willing to give up and wanted to argue more, but then—"Tu Ya!" The female leader Tuoya had been alerted and came over, her face dark with anger. Tu Ya screamed, "Mother, you can’t stop me! I’ve said it, I’ve set my sights on him! I know they from Dayuan cannot divorce their husbands, but they can exchange them! Isn’t it like our desert customs, Mother, didn’t you also trade husbands? I am so sincere. I’m willing to forgo all those men, to give them all to her, I just want that one man!" A slap landed on Tu Ya’s face, and Tuoya, with a face ashen with rage, scolded, "It looks like I’ve really spoiled you rotten!" Tu Ya covered her cheek in pain, disbelief written all over her face. Tuoya looked towards Bazak and the others, "Bazak, take Tu Ya back! Without my orders, she is forbidden to step out of the tent again!!"