Someone came over and interrupted him.

"Cousin, these are the three bastards. They can't stand losing and they want to poison me." Four people came, three of them were about the same age as An Ziyi.

The other one was about seventeen years old and should be the reinforcement they brought in.

The person who had just called out "cousin" pointed at An Ziyi, perhaps noticing Nan Shuai and the others as well: "Hey, you're calling someone? Are you calling someone for Lollipop on the street?"

Nan Shuai has a headache.

If they had known earlier, they would have listened to Xiao Chengyan and left immediately. Now they seem to be involved in an unknown dispute, mainly involving An Ziyi.

After seeing Xiao Chengyan's strength.

He pointed at the person involved and said shamelessly: "Your cousin will be beaten into a panic with just one hand."

Xiao Chengyan didn't want to get involved in this matter, and said coldly: "I don't know him well. If you want to beat him up and make him run away, I have no objection."

"Eh...?" An Ziyi turned around and looked at the two people who were about to leave.

She hugged Nan Shuai's thigh without caring about her dignity. Why didn't she dare to hug Xiao Chengyan? It was because she was afraid that he would kick her away.

You can only change one target.

He hugged Nan Shuai's thigh and said pitifully, "Don't go. It's 37, as long as you can beat them up and help us vent our anger."

The person on the other side finally understood.

The man who had just called him cousin angrily yelled at An Ziyi, "You shameless bastard, 30/70? You don't want to admit defeat."

"Now you're tricking someone else into helping you divide the work of washing socks?"

What to wash socks?

What's this about washing socks?

"Wait." Realizing he might have been tricked, Nan Shuai turned around and asked, "What division of labor in washing socks? What does your bet have to do with washing socks?"

"Because the bet is that the loser has to wash our socks for a month. Why are you arguing over the job of washing socks?"

“…”Three little bastards.

I want them to help me beat people up, and I also want them to divide the work and help wash socks.

Nan Shuai, furious, stared at An Ziyi with a cold gaze: "Why didn't I realize your brain was so sharp?"