"What are you saying?" Song Shijun rolled his eyes at her, as if she had asked a stupid question.
Mu Xiaoxiao pointed at him and said, " do you dare to say that you're not jealous? "
"No, I didn't," Song Shijun asked her in return, " then are you envious of qiqing for receiving so many love letters? "
"I'm envious?" Mu Xiaoxiao's finger turned to her. &Quot; why should I be envious of qiqing? "
Song Shijun curled his lips and raised his eyebrows. &Quot; you must be envious, right? They don't like to write love letters in the U.S. Even if you have suitors there, they won't write you a love letter. Which girl doesn't want a love letter?"
Mu Xiaoxiao paused.
He was right.
Indeed, people in United States did not know how to write love letters.
"I ... I received love letters when I was in China when I was young!" She argued.
Song Shijun smiled and was about to say something when mu Xiaoxiao glared at him.
She shouted, " don't talk! &Quot;
