Suddenly, he remembered the time when she dodded him as if he were some mob boss.
Pouting his lips, he pursed his lips forcefully, "I'm this handsome, where on earth were your eyes looking, do I look like a con artist?"
Gu Nuan let out a soft sigh, "I don't think you're a con artist now. Because no con artist would ever claim to be super handsome."
Plainly speaking, his temperament, the way he pouts, they're all on the level of a kindergarten kid. If a con artist were like that, they wouldn't be scamming anyone, they'd be the ones getting scammed.
Not speaking anymore, the little buddy turned away, as if he was sulking with her.
Thinking about what she had to do next, Gu Nuan had no patience for his antics and got out of bed to put on her shoes and leave.
Seeing that she was really going to leave, even if it was to buy something for him, he still said, "Actually, I could go with you, and then, whatever I want, you can buy it for me—"
