"Where are you taking me?"
Qiu Tong was baffled. She had just finished cooking when the three brats pulled her out with mysterious expressions on their faces. They refused to tell her what they were going to do.
"You'll know when we get there."
After walking for more than 10 minutes. Qiu Xingyuan surveyed the surroundings and said in a casual tone, "We are here."
What was so special about this place?
Qiu Tong frowned. Suddenly, a man leaned over. "Beauty, where are you from?"
Another short, fat man squeezed over. "You look familiar. Have I seen you from somewhere before?"
"Can you respect the queue? First come, first served?"
"This kind of matter depends on fate. What has it got to do with first come, first served…"
Speechless, Qiu Tong watched the two men argue with each other. She felt increasingly puzzled.
