The woman sat leisurely under the cool shade of a massive tree, unblinkingly watching in this direction.
Contrast that with himself, drenched in sweat, his back soaked, lips parched, the picture of misery.
The two presented a stark contrast.
Gu Danyu's brows were relaxed, her left hand fanning herself, right hand holding a chilled watermelon, corners of her lips slightly turned up.
"Manager Chen, fighting."
Chen Liang: "...."
Ah! Infuriating!
He was so angry!
But then he remembered the bet, and Chen Liang took a deep breath, holding back the curse words.
No way.
To avoid further embarrassment, he could only endure it.
Not until the sun had risen and set, and dusk fell, did Chen Liang finally finish selling the required amount.
In just one day, he seemed much haggard, with an aching back and a host of discomforts.
Gu Danyu had already taken a nap. She clapped her hands and stood up: "Manager Chen, have you finished selling?"
