Zheng Changle said bitterly.
"My father beat me up."
Yu Niaoniao was puzzled. "Why?"
"Why else? Isn't it because of your poster?"
"I did as you said and pasted the publicity poster for Chery Garden's opening at the entrance of our theater."
"My father found out about this. He chased me for two streets about the feather duster."
"Although my face was swollen from the beating, my butt was actually even more swollen. I don't even dare to sit for the past two days. It hurts so much!"
As Zheng Changle spoke, he reached out and touched his butt. From his pained expression, it was obvious that he had been beaten up quite badly.
Yu Niaoniao wanted to laugh.
But she held back.
She said with a touched expression, "Thank you. If not for your help, our Qirui Garden wouldn't have so many guests today. I'll cover all your expenses here today."
