Han qiqing didn't know what to say.
Song Shijun was speechless.
Yin Shaojie was speechless.
He was afraid that the air would suddenly become quiet.
Without Yin Shaojie's signal, han qiqing and song Shijun, who knew the situation, shut up obediently. No one dared to respond to this.
"Say it!" Mu Xiaoxiao turned around and shouted. She glared at qiqing, as if forcing her to answer.
"Uh ... Uh ..."
Han qiqing stammered and glanced at Yin Shaojie in front, still not daring to answer.
She quickly shot song Shijun a look, asking for help.
Song Shijun looked out of the window and pretended that he couldn't see anything. It was none of his business and she wasn't asking about him.
Han qiqing was furious. She reached out and pinched his thigh.
Song Shijun jumped up in pain and hurriedly slapped her hand away.
Hurry up! Dot! Help! Busy!
Han qiqing's eyes widened as she gestured to him.
