Jiang Qi shrank his head and asked in a low voice: "Are we...will we go to hell? If we push this young man into a pit of fire, his merits will be reduced by one."

"What if the young man also likes Tingting? Is this an extra merit?" Song Meiyue pursed her lips and murmured.

"Hey..." "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Good night... my dear wife." "Good night... my bastard little husband."...

..·

The next afternoon,

Jiang Qi was sitting on the sofa in a daze, his eyes staring blankly at the mobile phone placed on the coffee table, with a trace of resistance in his eyes.

Rejection, helpless expression, and even a bit of panic.

"Is this a fight or not?"

"Why do you feel like you are working for someone else?"

Jiang Qi frowned and whispered softly.

I thought briefly, analyzed calmly, hesitated to speak... and finally plucked up the courage to silently pick up my mobile phone.

Better fight,

If you don't beat me, you will be beaten at night.

After dialing the number, Jiang Qi waited quietly. After a while... the call was connected.

"Hello."

"can I help you?"

The voice on the other side was very steady, but without losing the vitality of youth.

However,

Jiang Qi's heart was filled with a deep sense of guilt. Little brother...

Don't tell me... you also like Miao Tingting. That girl is not a good person!

...
Chapter completed!