"Eh?"
Feng Pei was dumbfounded. "She really left? Am I that ugly?"
He couldn't help but touch his cheek as Song Yaoyao made him doubt his life. His skin was smooth and he didn't even have a pimple. Even if they were to come into close contact, he shouldn't be so ugly that she'd turn around and run away, right?
It was over. His charm had lost its effect.
Feng Pei's fans were about to burst into laughter.
Feng Pei's life-doubting expression was especially amusing.
The director's voice sounded in his headset. "Feng Pei! Stop her!"
Almost at the moment when the director's voice sounded and before he could finish his sentence, Feng Pei had already rushed to the beautiful little trike and shouted, "I'll pay!"
The cameraman was very smart and quickly switched the camera to the front.
The little trike quickly stopped and turned around.
