บท 1812: So uncomfortable! I want to cry!

A chill reached the boy's heart.

This senior, who had found out the truth, nearly burst into tears from how wronged he felt.

A deep sorrow had emerged in the boy's heart for some unknown reason. Because of this, his chest became stuffy, and he didn't even want to speak.

"Senior, are you going to cry?" Song Shuhang felt his vision beginning to blur, and he vaguely saw the senior's face scrunching together, looking like he was about to cry. Seeing this, his heart thumped as he guessed what was going on.

The boy gritted his teeth, and said, "Do you think that you're going to win? Hmph, you're gravely mistaken... I shall endure all the way until you cry."

Outside the betting space.

The virtuous lamia, Fairy Creation, the black-skinned Soft Feather, and Lady Onion all sat together, watching Song Shuhang and the boy intently. The bet had entered its final stage.