"What else?" Yang Yunhai glanced coolly at Su Xiao'er with his sharp eyes.
Su Xiao'er felt a chill down his back.
"Haha, nothing else." Su Xiao'er was on the verge of tears.
It wasn't that he wasn't afraid of Yang Yunhai, but the order from his old man was authoritarian.
If he couldn't find a way to hold off Yang Yunhai, he'd have to return for a blind date and marry before Su Xiaosan.
Before him!
He didn't even have a partner, how could he compare with Su Xiaosan?
If it weren't for Su Xiaosan, would he be in this situation?
Su Xiao'er wailed inwardly, "Old Man, I've already tried my best."
This Yang Yunhai is too freakish; threading the needle... Back in the day, he had to work expansively; for those classmates, just threading the needle required a semester of practice, and they still got half-dead from the professor's scolding.
And Yang Yunhai, though looking like a novice, the techniques he showed after were clearly mastered.
