Do You Trust Me?

Song Yaoyao smiled slightly. "I don't care. Since you stood in the group of people with talents, you better think of something to perform. You can decide what you want to do." "

Shen Xun: "I'm going to die."

Han Jun: "I'm already dead."

Shen Xun lay helplessly on Song Yaoyao's desk as he furrowed his brows. "Big Bro, please spare me."

He raised his eyebrows. If she asked him to beat someone up, he would be happy to beat whomever she wanted.

But performing on stage? Sorry, this was unexplored territory for him.

Song Yaoyao stared at him quietly refusing to let him off.

Seriousness was written all over her face.

Shen Xun's throat twitched as he spoke, "I'll pay you."

Song Yaoyao's lips curved. "Deal."

Han Jun: "Huh? What about me?" 

"Jun'er." Shen Xun was in a good mood after breaking free. He licked his lips and patted Han Jun on the head. "You're a big boy now. You need to stay strong."