Song Shijun kicked her leg and said, " you're not letting me sit? Han qiqing, do you still have a conscience?"
"No, I didn't," Han qiqing replied coldly.
At this moment, the person beside her stood up and walked towards the stairs.
Song Shijun kicked her again. &Quot; move to the side. &Quot;
"I don't want to." Han qiqing's voice was cold.
Song Shijun glared at her. &Quot; you're going against me on purpose, aren't you? How am I supposed to go in and sit like this?"
There were seats in front of that seat, and she was sitting in the aisle. How could a 1.8-meter tall man like him enter?
Han qiqing looked at him with a smile. &Quot; don't you always say that your legs are long? Your legs are so long, can't you step in?"
"Alright, I'll cross for you to see!" Song Shijun was picking a fight with her.
Mu Xiaoxiao and the other three onlookers watched the show from the side.
"Be careful, we're in the car." Mu Xiaoxiao reminded him.
