Canada, Vancouver.
Zun Zun finally found Qingqing and pulled her arm: "Hey, girl, are you really mad?"
Qingqing had been looking for Little Ai all day, and when she saw him now, she wasn't in a good mood. She tried to pull her arm away but was once again caught by Zun Zun, and the next second, she fell into the man's broad chest.
Zun Zun patted her face: "Why are you so petty? It was all just an act. You slapped me, and my face is still burning, but I'm not holding it against you."
"Brother Zun, let me go." Qingqing's arm was aching from his grip.
"I'll let you go if you tell me you're not mad."
Qingqing couldn't help but laugh, is it really meaningful to say you're not mad like this?
