Chapter 567: Fifty Million Publishing Rights

Jiao Shou's sudden tears startled Suming. How did it come to this without a proper conversation? Bursting into tears without saying a word—brother, sporting a bald head that screamed masculinity, is it really okay to cry like a woman at the drop of a hat? If it were really a woman, fine, but we are two grown men. If word got out that Suming made Jiao Shou cry, could we still face anyone? How would we get by in society?

"Stop right there, big brother. If you dare let those tears fall, I'm hanging up the video call immediately!" Suming felt a chill down his spine, a fear he had never felt even in the face of IS's gunfire.

"Nonsense, it's just sand that got in my eye," Jiao Shou said deeply.

"Why not say you were struck by lightning..." Suming was utterly speechless. Couldn't you come up with a more reliable excuse? Where would sand come from indoors?

"Saying it's sand adds to the desolate atmosphere," Jiao Shou reasoned.