Chu Zhongtian's face is already very bad-dazzled - Damn, teasing me? Do you really think I am hellokitty if I smile at you?

When Xu Xiaodi saw Chu Zhongtian’s bad expression, he knew that his appearance was a big hit, but he still had to try hard to save his image, so he quickly said, “Beer, come with a glass of beer! Oh, it’s pint! Come with a pint of beer!”

Seeing that Chu Zhongtian did not express anything, he added: "Uh... light beer, just light beer."

Chu Zhongtian glanced at him, then lowered his head to pour wine.

Xu Xiaodi let out a long breath and freed up a hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

For some reason, he was a thirty-four-year-old man and was still afraid of a young boy who was just twenty years old... Chu Zhongtian placed the beer heavily in front of Xu Xiaodi: "Chenghui has three pounds and fifty pence."

"Uh, oh..." Xu Xiaodi took out a few coins from her pocket and handed them to Chu Zhongtian.

Xu Xiaodi, who had taken a sip of beer, still stared at Chu Zhongtian. No matter what Chu Zhongtian was doing, he could feel those two enthusiastic gazes. He now felt that there was something wrong with the person in front of him, either with his origin or with his brain.

He decided to make it clear that if there is any brain problem, call and send it directly to the mental hospital.

"Sir, is there anything on my face?" He suddenly approached Xu Xiaodi and asked with a smile.

"Ah, uh, no..." Xu Xiaodi also realized that it was a bit rude to stare at others so hard.

He suddenly asked in Chinese: "Are you playing football at Wimbledon, Chu Zhongtian?"

Chu Zhongtian was stunned.
Chapter completed!