"Big Brother Qing! I was bullied..."
Zheng Peipei's tears broke out as she clung to Zhou Qing's arm and began to cry.
Zhou Qing entered the room, took a seat on the sofa, and Zheng Peipei followed closely behind.
As Zhou Qing lit a cigarette, he finally asked, "What happened? Weren't you singing with your colleagues? How did you get bullied again?"
"I..."
Zheng Peipei choked twice, about to throw herself onto Zhou Qing for a good cry, but was preemptively stopped by his arm. He said impatiently, "If crying could solve the problem, then why did you come to me?"
"Big Brother Qing, can't you be a little sympathetic? I'm just a girl who was just bullied. How can I even talk about it? I don't know where those two men came from. They even took away my bra and panties. They are clearly perverts."
Zheng Peipei kept talking.
