"Are you really mine, or are you his?"
Trapped inside Yue Xiong by Tang Feifei, Qiu Tu experienced a facial cleanser unlike anything Fang Tangtang had to offer.
Plus, Tang Feifei's beautiful wheat-colored skin.
Oddly, a new descriptor popped into Qiu Tu's mind: chocolate milk?
While daydreaming to himself, Qiu Tu hurried to explain, "Feifei, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
"We're definitely on the same side. But... your rank's a bit low, and even if I help you, you can't become Deputy Speaker."
"So, it's better if we first help Uncle Liu."
"You heard him too, he said he would remember our favor."
"Once he gets promoted, won't your appointment come soon?"
In truth, both understood the logic in Qiu Tu's words, but... Tang Feifei clearly just wanted to take the opportunity to erupt!
Therefore, she keenly caught the inappropriateness in Qiu Tu's words.
With a "hehe" laugh, she coldly said, "My position is low?"
