Huh!
Jilu took a deep breath, "Goddess, how about give me three days?"
He felt he wasn't as handsome as Lin Baici and probably wouldn't gain the favor of the turban-wrapped woman, so he only asked for three days.
The turban-wrapped woman thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"Goddess, I..."
Jilu couldn't continue because the turban-wrapped woman slapped him across the face.
Slap!
With such force that his teeth almost snapped off, and his face, which had several blisters, now had many burst upon this strike.
"Ah!"
Jilu cried out in pain, but more than that, he felt aggrieved: "Why is he allowed, and I'm not? Are you being racist?"
Traveling to various countries, Jilu, being white, was often treated favorably; he didn't expect to be humiliated here.
This was the first time in his life he tasted the bitterness of discrimination.
The turban-wrapped woman became angry. This man didn't even bring a gift and now he dared to lose his temper at her? Absurd.
