Wu Xiaoshan rolled his eyes in resignation and let out a long sigh.
"Damn, the surprise is prepared by you for Young Master, how would Young Master guess it?"
Grumbling to himself, Wu Xiaoshan's eyes flickered as he recalled Guo Yulian from last night.
"Could it be role-playing?"
On hearing this, Xia Xiyao bashfully shook her head.
"Is it that kind of clothing that feels particularly special when you look at it?"
Wu Xiaoshan took another guess, to which Xia Xiyao again shook her head in denial.
Soon, Wu Xiaoshan lost his patience, stood up, and made a move as if to leave, saying, "Sister Yaoyao, I really don't have time to waste here with you. If you don't tell me, I'm leaving."
As soon as he threatened to leave, Xia Xiyao got anxious.
"Xiaoshan, what's the hurry? Won't it be alright if I don't make you guess anymore?"
Hurrying forward to stop Wu Xiaoshan, Xia Xiyao said with a look of grievance.
