Zun Zun looked at the phone that had already been hung up, his brows tightly knit, and contemplated for a long time. Zun Zun closed his eyes, the scene of Qingqing crying before him, gripping the phone, he dialed another number: "Where is Qingqing?"
Sheng Sheng was confidently packing up her things at Maimai's home: "What's up?"
"Did you torment her?" Zun Zun's tone was somewhat grim: "Her voice sounds terrible."
"Wasn't it you who told me to find every way to make her voluntarily leave Dark K, give up being my assistant, and go back home to be the little princess?" Sheng Sheng couldn't discern the meaning in her brother's voice, shrugged while holding the phone: "So you let me be the villain, and in the end, I still get no credit?"
"I didn't mean that," Zun Zun kept playing with the lighter, silent for a long time: "Tell me her address."
