Jiang Chenyuan again keenly noticed the pile of tissues on the ground.
"Damn, Yuheng, what exactly did you guys just do? Why are there tissues all over the ground?!"
Lin Chuxia: "..."
She should have vented her anger in a different way earlier. Now, how was she to explain?
Gu Yuheng raised his eyes, seemingly a bit impatient, and glanced at him, "Didn't I tell you it was hot? They're for wiping sweat."
Jiang Shaochen couldn't help but shout, "Do you need that many to wipe sweat?!"
You're not sweating, brother, you're leaking a spring?!
Gu Yuheng still didn't blink, "You might wipe your sweat one tissue at a time, but we wipe ours with packs of napkins."
Jiang Chenyuan fell silent for a moment, then couldn't help but retort, "Damn, Yuheng, how come I never realized you were such a luxurious person?!"
Sheng Yun and the others: "..."
Jiang Chenyuan, this fool, actually believed it.
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