Looking at Ji Qiutang's gentle smile, Bi Xia slightly raised her starry eyes and said word by word, "You're wrong, a play that people like is a good play."
"And obviously, I don't like this play of yours."
Saying this, she strolled toward the sofa, carelessly sat down, ignoring the stern scrutiny of the other man in military uniform across from her, lazily crossed her legs, her starry eyes looked at Ji Qiutang with a faint smile, "Since Little Eight called me, I've been thinking, how could Ji Qiutang this fox possibly get caught by Yu Tian inside Yu Du? If he was really caught, then it must be someone willingly getting hooked."
"But if that's really the case, then what is it for?"
Bi Xia leaned against the sofa backrest, finally raised her eyes to look at the man opposite, "A whole military uniform yet exudes an annoying smell all over, with a gloomy face probably just received some bad news, just like mourning, truly making people feel utterly displeased."
