"You...how could you do this?" Qiutong was somewhat exasperated, walking to the bedside and covering Ouyan with the quilt repeatedly, only leaving a somewhat withered head exposed.
"How can you live up to Miss's special treatment?" Qiutong still didn't plan to let it go, saying: "I know you've grown up, but your intentions, can't be..."
Zhang Xiaohua quickly put his finger to his lips, "Hush," mysteriously said: "Sister Qiutong, don't speak, I'm thinking, it seems that I have found a way to save Miss."
This sentence really worked - Qiutong immediately shut up, not uttering a single word, and her gaze at Zhang Xiaohua changed, as if the person in front of her was the most lovable person in the world.
Zhang Xiaohua frowned and thought carefully.
