Su Li was almost amused by Chen Xue'er; did she really think cutting in line was justified?
Everyone else was queuing obediently to get in, so what gave her the right to cut in?
Is this fair to others?
Chen Xue'er raised her arm, revealing a layer of redness that looked like an allergic reaction.
"I'm having an allergic reaction, and it will get worse if I stay in the sun," Chen Xue'er said pitifully.
Xu Haohao, standing behind, frowned and said, "What do you mean by that? Are you implying that if we don't let you cut in line, your allergy is our fault?"
This was just too bizarre, wasn't it?
How did it become their fault?
Chen Xue'er's eyes turned red, tears shimmering in them, making her look even more frail and pitiful.
Chen Xue'er had come to Yanjing for a blind date, but couldn't find the internet celebrity she met appealing, so she escaped.
She just heard that Painting God's work, to be auctioned for charity, was on exhibition in the art gallery for a day.
