After finishing all the cold drink in his cup, Guo Desheng grew impatient. He glanced towards the stables, where he could only see Yin Xiaofan's figure. Even the stall owner was packing up, unsure of what to do.
"Having a cold drink here is an honor for you," a group of people said rudely as they sat down after seeing Guo Desheng.
"It's you," said Guo Desheng as he saw these people before him, blinking his eyes indifferently.
"You know, I have been looking for you for a long time," a young man said bluntly.
"Chen Shuo, what do you want me to do? Can't you take me home?" Guo Desheng pouted as he looked at the young man before him.
"'Well, now you dare to speak so freely. It seems this hasn't been a good lesson for you. You won't remember it for long,'" Chen Shuo said coldly as he stared at Gou Desheng.
The thought of being humiliated by Guo Desheng just filled him with rage. If Guo Desheng hadn't learned his lesson well, then he was just a joke.
