"Alright, you win, I'm scared of you now. If there's nothing else, I'm taking off, goodbye."
Looking at Qiaoqiao's gloating expression, Lu Tianxing grimaced, ready to close QQ. He was now scared of Qiaoqiao, stirred up a fire within him, and if he didn't vent it out soon, he figured he would have to go to the hospital.
"Hey Uncle, don't rush, huh? I was just joking with you a moment ago. Why can't you take a joke! Look here, ta-da, ta-da, ta-da, the first wave of goodies is coming your way."
Seeing that Lu Tianxing was about to leave, Qiaoqiao hurriedly sent him a message, followed by a photo.
