"..."

Miss Susa was silent.

"...Oh my god, men really don't have any good things." She turned her head away and sobbed sadly.

Nance nodded frankly: "I am indeed not a good person."

Under Miss Su's aggrieved gaze, an absolutely vulgar smile slowly appeared on his face: "I dream of getting rich overnight and marrying eight wives."

"..."

Susha blinked tears.

After pretending to cry for a while, she couldn't pretend anymore, so she snorted angrily, widened her eyes and became angry with Nance.

Ten seconds.

One minute.
Chapter completed!