How is she supposed to answer this!!
On her left, Ninth Uncle was smiling in an uncanny way, and the childhood trauma of being spanked surfaced in her mind. Just thinking about it made her butt hurt.
On her right, Lu Qing's hand rested on her shoulder, the pressure gradually increasing. It seemed like if she said something wrong, her shoulder blade would be crushed!
Qin Miaomiao felt like she was walking on a tightrope—one slip, and she'd end up dead with no remains!
She glanced left, then right, swallowed hard, and saw Little Second on the opposite side grinning, showing off eight perfectly white teeth…
No matter how you looked at it, it reeked of gloating!!
"I think Little Second is pretty good."
Mr. Jiu: Who's that bastard?
Lu Qing: Little Second?
Little Second: Huh? What does this have to do with me?
