He farted!
At the sound of that mountain-shaking fart, everyone froze, whether from sheer shock or fear of inhaling a peculiar scent.
This was indeed an enchanting sound, a bewitching fart.
Yang Zhen zipped behind Hua Youyue with a scornful look at the Lotus Seat, "Tsk, not an ounce of charity in you!"
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's remark, everyone twitched a corner of their lips.
Damn it, who could have less charity than you? Faced with such an embarrassing situation, others were forcing themselves to act as if they hadn't heard anything, but you ran off at the drop of a hat. As if stating it out loud in front of everyone wasn't enough, what's with that scornful look?
While everyone despised Yang Zhen, they subconsciously glanced at the Lotus Seat, even though they knew it was wrong to look, they couldn't help wanting to see his current expression.
