Shi Xiu was so hungry that he saw stars. He collapsed with pinpoint accuracy at the village entrance, landing just three centimeters in front of Gu Qingming's limited-edition sports car.
“Good sir,” he gasped, clinging to the car door. “Fate has arranged this little collision between us... How about you offer me a roast duck to make amends?”
Gu Qingming looked at the distance warning on the dashboard, which read “3.00 meters,” and fell silent in thought.
Three seconds later, he heard this professional scammer mutter, “You seemed perfectly willing to play along when you made me wear a purple tutu and dance to ‘The Dying Swan.’”
Gu's hands clenched around the steering wheel, his knuckles instantly turning white.
Wait, how does this guy know about the humiliating time I was forced to wear girls' clothes at five?!
(Those who know me should know what kind of stuff I write... (;¬_¬))
