“…Ge.” As Xie Xue looked at her brother’s extremely dark expression, she felt like her death was practically imminent. In a shaky voice, she said, “Th-the hair dryer seems to be broken…” Xie Qingcheng shot her a glance through icy peach-blossom eyes. “This is the four-thousand-yuan hair dryer you told me about?” Xie Xue nearly fell to her knees. How could she be so unlucky?!
