The dissatisfied Su Qinglian grumbled a few words in a depressed tone before he looked away angrily.
"Elder Sister Lian, what's wrong? What's wrong with your face all of a sudden? "
Xu Ling looked at Shi Hanmo, and then looked at Su Qinglian, blinking his eyes as he asked.
"I'm fine, are you coming or not? "If you don't want to leave, then stay here with your brother. If you get kidnapped by a trafficker, then I won't have the leisure to care about your life and death …"
Su Qinglian, who was in an amiable mood a moment ago, suddenly looked as if he had transformed. Not only was his face ugly, his tone was no longer gentle, as if he had eaten gunpowder.
The young Xu Ling stuck his tongue out, not daring to say another word.
"Are you going or not?"