"Please don't look at me with that kind of eyes," Gu Tao frowned, obviously displeased, "You choose the method, we're all decent people, flipping heaven and earth over doesn't make sense."
"If I win," Xiuling, with his hands behind his back, looked at Gu Tao, "I don't want Jing Yuan."
"Are you sick?" Gu Tao sized him up, "Standing at my doorstep late at night, what are you planning to do? Hang yourselves collectively at the front door?"
"I want you," Xiuling said something utterly ambiguous, "How about that?"
As soon as these words came out, Gu Tao simply looked like he had eaten shit, his expression extraordinarily dramatic, while the others looked at him as if they were watching him eat shit, a spiritual sucker punch already landed on everyone's consciousness, even the most composed Mrs. Ai feeling uncomfortable all over.
