Zu He was a groomsman, wearing a boutonniere on his chest and holding a megaphone in his hand.
"These three guys have no patience at all!"
Wen Jing stuck her head out, feeling that her presence wasn't imposing enough, then leaned out halfway, shouting at the three of them, "Listen up downstairs, you can come in if you meet the conditions, but if not, just stand outside."
Her voice was louder than the megaphone.
As she spoke, her body seemed to be desperately trying to push further outside.
Qi Dong, worried she might lose control and fall, was constantly holding one of her arms, "Be careful."
Zhou Sicheng heard Wen Jing's challenge from above and snatched the megaphone from Zu He with a laugh, "Little Jingjing, come down, and I'll negotiate with you."
He grinned, looking very much like a big bad wolf with ill intentions.
Wen Jing yelled back with her voice raised, "Keep dreaming! If you don't stand outside for a full hour, don't think about coming in."
