After Kuai Yangyang passionately delivered his speech for a while, he realized that the only audience wasn't really interested.
He swallowed nervously and asked, "Aunt, what do you think?"
"Oh, not interested in this."
With a few simple words, Su Li dismissed all of Kuai Yangyang's painstaking efforts.
The feeling of helplessness from childhood surged back once more.
Aunt Su had been disliked for her selfishness for eight years.
And so, he returned empty-handed....
Kuai Yimeng clutched the sides of her little dress, maintaining a distance of four to five steps behind her brother.
With a gloomy and twisted expression, flames seemed to flare from Kuai Yangyang's eyes, making him look quite frightening. Kuai Yimeng dared not speak loudly, but asked cautiously, "Brother, what are we going to do now?"
Kuai Yangyang spat on the ground, an act of rudeness that did not match his gentlemanly attire.
"What else can we do? Let's go return the stuff to the Beauty Workshop first."
