Seeing the young man's confused gaze, Ji Qiutang smiled calmly, as if he had just done something very simple to care for his brother. He smiled and adjusted Bi Xia's coat, "Wear it properly. You still need to shoot that MV for Little Seven. If you catch a cold, Little Seven will cry to me."
Hearing Ji Qiutang's words, Bi Xia raised an eyebrow, "Hey, didn't you say you have a cleanliness obsession?"
"Oh?" Ji Qiutang looked at Bi Xia, "When did I say that?"
"Just now," Bi Xia pointed with his mouth towards the child's direction, "When you wanted it just now, you said you have a cleanliness obsession."
Ji Qiutang: ...
Clearing his throat, Ji Qiutang remained unfazed, "It was true just now, but now the coat is already dirty."
"So, what you mean is, I'm dirty now, your coat is dirty too, might as well give it to me to wear, right?"
Ji Qiutang: ...This mouth, really is... Bi Duidui!!!
