"Master Shi, let's leave, shall we? Staying here, I feel like our faces will rot off. The constant face-slapping is relentless!" One of Shi Zichen's followers, looking as wilting as a frost-bitten eggplant, lamented.
"Let's go, hurry up. You've completely disgraced me!" Shi Zichen blamed his followers for the mess.
The followers were exasperated. They thought, "We were just cooperating with your act, how could you blame us? It's you who couldn't keep up with them, not our fault."
Hearing them about to leave, Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but shout, "Hey, I heard someone made a bet just now. Something about if my gift was worth half of the value of his diamond ring, he would streak, right?"
Ye Chenfeng's words drew a chorus from the crowd: "Yeah, where's the person who made that bet!"
Shi Zichen's followers stepped aside, leaving the unlucky guy in the center.