So, Gu Changsheng, holding three bald Little Melon Babies, was suddenly in disarray in the wind!
Turning back, glancing at the small grandstand hidden in the corner under the stage, then looking at the cold tables and cold benches...
Gu Changsheng's eyes couldn't help but go a bit blank!
Godfather!
What did she see?
There's even a cold bench, and it has a broken leg!
This...
This is simply intolerable!
So, Gu Changsheng took a few steps forward, grabbed the bench with a broken leg, and, with her face twisted beneath a half-mask, looked at the man, took a deep breath, steadied herself, but couldn't hide her indignation and said, "So... so cold tables and cold benches are one thing, but is the Hidden World Clan really so poor they have to fool me with a bench with a broken leg?"
Good heavens!
Luckily she saw it in time, otherwise, if she sat down impulsively, Gu Changsheng could imagine herself falling backwards in embarrassment!
