Li Pojiao didn't feel anything was wrong at all, his face was red, and he looked at Qiao An with squinted eyes, "Qiaoqiao, why don't you speak? Even if you don't talk to me, you are still shaking your head?!" As he said this, he pressed Qiao An's head with his hand. The two people were probably sitting opposite each other. Li Pojiao felt that they were a little far away, so he stood up and fell on Qiao An.
Seeing Li Bojiao fall to him, Qiao An quickly stood up and hugged him. The glass was also smashed to the ground, but luckily he caught it.
Intention: Some people will always meet each other, and then tell themselves that this is the so-called destiny.