Ten Million Per Sentence

"Stop!"

Zhang Youcheng glared at Shen Fei.

"Didn't I tell you that I don't need your protection?"

"I know." Shen Fei very perfunctorily shrugged his shoulders. "But I live here. I have to come in and set up."

After he finished speaking, Shen Fei ignored the two young masters in front of him. He carried the tent and quickly walked on.

Looking at Shen Fei's departing figure, Zhang Youcheng frowned. It was already a nightmare to live with the young master of the Li family. But today, he also had to put up with a useless piece of trash from the Shen family!

It made him sick just thinking about it. 

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure walking toward him from the corner of his eye.

'Huh?' Zhang Youcheng focused his eyes and instantly became excited. 'It's the goddess! Why would she appear in this godforsaken place? Could it be that ...'