Young Master Tang Proposing (22)

"Move her to tears? That's easy…" Su Yu said while driving.

"Young Master Su, you've got a good idea?" Tang Chuan couldn't remain still in the passenger seat and kept poking at Su Yu.

"Stop it. Don't poke at me." Su Yu glared at him.

"Ha. Mr. Su, please enlighten me." Tang Chuan grinned.

"You can buy a tube of mustard and squeeze some into her mouth when she's not looking. I'm sure she'll shed tears."

"F*ck… You're playing with me." Tang Chuan didn't know if he should cry or laugh.

"If that's what you want, I've got a good idea, too. You hide behind the door and spray pepper spray onto her face. I'm sure she'll shed tears," said Wei Liao.

"Are you still my good buddies? If I did that, Ning-Ning would kick my balls off."

As Su Yu and Wei Liao laughed hysterically, Tang Chuan gave them a disdainful glance.