"Cousin, what's the good plan you have? Tell me quickly! I'm dying of anxiety here!" Qin Suya asked with some urgency, her jade-like hands tightly clutching Sally's arm.
"You little thing, what's the rush? Hasn't our Uncle Lin even called yet? Perhaps, he doesn't want you to come back at all?" Sally had already thought of a plan, and with her mood lifting, she couldn't help but take a little pleasure in Qin Suya's anxious state as she spoke.
"Ah! My dear cousin, stop teasing me already! I'm really worried here and you're still in the mood for jokes! Are you really my cousin? I'm starting to wonder!" Qin Suya pouted slightly, protesting with dissatisfaction.
"Alright, alright, you little thing! Such harsh words! If I'm not your cousin, then are you my cousin?" Sally rolled her eyes at Qin Suya, then spoke seriously: "Tell me, girl, you don't want to go back so badly, is there someone you can't leave behind?"
