Upon hearing this, Wu Su immediately became displeased, "If you think the view is inferior, then don't come. Nobody is forcing you."
"Why don't you get us some seats with a better view?" Liu Feifei blinked her eyes, teasing intentionally.
It was quite obvious what Liu Feifei was aiming for—she merely wanted to make a mockery of Guo Yi. If Guo Yi dared to accept the challenge, Liu Feifei would certainly deliver another blow. If he didn't dare to accept, then it would be an opportunity to kick him while he was down, to humiliate him thoroughly, to prevent him from acting so sanctimoniously all the time.
"What's so difficult about that?" Guo Yi glanced at the others, "It's just a few tickets for the front row."
"You're bragging!" Wu Su pursed her lips.
Feeling awkward, Lin Juncheng tried to make excuses for Guo Yi, "Guo Yi, sitting here is quite fine. Let's just leave it at that, no need to bother with front row tickets!"
