Gift-giving had always been a profound art. For example, it was best to strike directly at the recipient's pain point.
And if there was no pain point?
Simple—just create one.
For instance, no matter how unpleasant their earlier exchange had been, Tattoo Brother was almost incapable of refusing this gift right now.
Otherwise, unable to stand properly at all, whatever was in either his mouth or his large intestine would inevitably cause extensive pollution of the beach.
Rules were there for everyone to make use of.
And the effect was indeed excellent. Though the experienced Jianghu man's eyes had reddened from the fury he was holding back, he still gritted his teeth and remained perfectly still, preventing anything from spraying out.
Under that gaze brimming with vitality, Fu Qian had already left the beach, waving without taking even a single lounge chair with him.
Yes, starting the first stop with a fight had certainly been influenced by the vacation atmosphere, by a desire to have fun with the people.
More importantly, it really was because of the rules around the archipelago. Not only could cups not be tossed around carelessly, neither could chairs.
Though it was somewhat unreasonable, Fu Qian respected local customs and did not fuss over it too much.
Since throwing it into a trash can would be a shame, he simply found someone destined to receive it and gave it away.
And Tattoo Brother, who had been watching this way ever since the succubus maid had chatted with him for a few extra words, had immediately become the prime target.
All he could say was that not only were flowers similar year after year, people were similar too. Those restless hormones...
His sigh was not merely prompted by the little incident on the beach. The street