"Your voice is so awful and intermittent."
A young man wearing a punk motorcycle suit and black star and moon earrings had a look of frustration and hostility on his face.
"You've been disturbing my peace for more than half an hour, causing me to not sleep well. You have to compensate me."
Hearing this, Ye Caitang suddenly raised her head in surprise and looked at him. "…?"
He… He… He… was… He was…
"Oh… You're a looker."
The moment Ye Caitang looked up, the young man met Ye Caitang's beautiful face. His big black eyes suddenly lit up.
The frustration between his brows suddenly disappeared. He immediately squatted down and looked straight into Ye Caitang's beautiful eyes as he gave an evil grin.
"Alright, I don't want your compensation anymore, but I hold you accountable."
Ye Caitang looked at the young man in shock for a while before trying to speak with difficulty.
