Yang Gang eyed the complimentary lingerie in the hands of the beautiful saleswoman, almost spouting a nosebleed.
Was it really suitable to gift this to Yang Fei?
Yang Fei's cheeks turned a bright red as she angrily retorted, "Get lost!"
She paused for a moment, calming her emotions: "Leave, I need to change my clothes."
"Can't I stay here?"
"No!" Yang Fei was on the verge of breaking down.
Young Master Yang left with a look of regret on his face.
About five minutes later, Yang Fei opened the door to the student council office.
Yang Fei gave Yang Gang a list: "This is the list of participants for the tug-of-war competition."
Yang Gang took the list and was greatly surprised. The list contained not only names and classes but also detailed information about their weight and specialties.
"Feifei, you're really the best sister, preparing everything for me."
