"I've finished looking." The boy said helplessly as his eyes wandered over to the pile of gifts and back to his feet, too afraid to look Shen Xun in the face.
"What? Am I really ugly?"
Shen Xun's voice deepened, "Look at me! Even a second less and I will throw you down from the top of the stairs!"
"Huhu..."
The boy's legs went weak in fear and he almost kneeled on the floor. He trembled as he looked at Shen Xun's fierce expression and tried hard not to cry.
He was a straight guy! Why was he spending money to look at another guy?
He was aggrieved, he felt weak, and he wanted to cry.
As the queue grew shorter and shorter, those waiting at the end were like a bunch of ants on a hot plate, nervously waiting for their execution.
At that moment, a demanding voice sounded from outside.
"Where's Song Yaoyao? Come out here right now!!"
