Xiaoqing's eyebrows shot up, and she raised her thin, delicate neck, glaring at Li Changzhou with her eyes in obvious displeasure.
She seriously suspected that this man might actually like her; otherwise, why would he keep picking on her?
"Fine then," the serene and composed face of Yang Qinglan showed a hint of disdain, "what do you gentlemen plan to do next?"
"Yeah, what's the next move?" If there were sunflower seeds, Li Qianxia would have already been cracking them leisurely.
When this guy wasn't fighting, he was completely the mood maker—other than being eye candy and giving Li Changzhou some peace of mind, he was utterly useless.
Li Changzhou looked towards Xiaoqing.
"What now!" Xiaoqing glared back at him.
"What's that turtle's name?"
"Spiritual Turtle."
"Why did you borrow money from Spiritual Turtle?" Li Changzhou asked her.
"Haven't I told you, turtles are easy to bully." Although her tone was aggressive, Xiaoqing cooperated and answered all questions.
