Wu Xie suddenly felt very tired, and he didn't want to continue making trouble like this. In the past few days, he had been busy looking for Zhang Qiling and already felt that he was on the verge of escape. Now if the third uncle and the others continued to argue like this, Wu Xie could not guarantee that he would not fall. So he rubbed his temples and took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Qiling, and smiled lightly: "It's okay, isn't it just being fucked? I'm not a woman, and besides, this matter is consensual. Don't worry, I won't rely on you to hold you responsible."
Everyone was quiet. Wu Sansheng shut his mouth obediently and looked at Wu Xie worriedly. Several times, he almost put his hand on Wu Xie's shoulder. But he soon put it down. After watching Wu Xie for so many years, Wu Sansheng felt that Wu Xie's changes were so obvious for the first time. It was so obvious that it frightened him!
"Zhang Qiling." Wu Xie breathed out lightly, breaking the silence. He closed his eyes again and said calmly: "Let's go."
Zhang Qiling,
You go.