Are you certain I’m a beggar?” Wu Yu asked again, pointing at his nose.
He had just made his furnace explode accidently, which left him in a sorry state. It was the first time in his life he was called a beggar.
Was there a beggar as handsome, elegant, and dashing as him?
“Not only are you a beggar, you’re also an idiot.” Mu Yi Xue disdainfully sneered. In her life, what she loathed the most were those dirty beggars.