Shi Xiu was so hungry that he fell down at the entrance of the village, lying three centimeters in front of Gu Qingming's limited edition sports car.
"This benefactor," he held the car door angrily, "this collision between you and me... How about we resolve it with a roast duck offering?"
Gu Qingming looked at the "3.00 Meters" displayed on the dashboard and fell into deep thought.
Three seconds later, he heard the "porcelain professional" whisper: "Wearing a purple tutu to dance "Little Swan," weren't you pretty good at it?"
Mr. Gu's hands on the steering wheel were so tight that his joints turned white instantly.
——Wait a minute, how does this person know about his dark history of being forced to dress up as a woman at the age of five? !
(Those who know me well should know what I sell...(;¬_¬))
