Hooligan?
Hearing this word, Liu Zixuan looked at Gu Yu with a strange expression: "You acted like a hooligan in a lingerie store?"
"Heaven and Earth's honor, I just touched her hand!" Gu Yu justified righteously.
Seeing this fellow's expression, Liu Zixuan and Bai Jingjing exchanged a helpless glance. Touching a young lady's hand wasn't enough to be called hooligan behavior?
As the burly man's words fell, a figure walked out from inside, neither slim nor too chubby, a slightly baby-faced little beauty.
Wearing a rather unconventional outfit, holding a one-meter-long wooden stick, she walked up and looked at Liu Zixuan and asked: "What are you to that guy?"
"A friend!" Liu Zixuan wanted to laugh, but felt it was a bit inappropriate to do so at this moment.
"A friend?" The little beauty rolled her eyes, and then walked towards Gu Yu, raising the stick and hitting him directly: "Didn't I tell you to bring your parents?"
"They can't come!" Gu Yu said helplessly.
