"Why do you care if I get married or not? It's not like I'm marrying you, so mind your own business." Qingqing retorted, and after he changed his expression, she still reached out her hand to him: "Well, lend me your phone for a bit."
Gu ZhiZun sprang up, "What did you say? Say it again if you have the guts!"
Qingqing stuck out her tongue, quickly ran up to him, reached into his pocket, moved deftly like flowing water, snatched his phone, then retreated to hide behind Wubai, boldly saying: "I said I'm not marrying you, so why do you keep worrying about whether I can get married or not?"
"I..." Gu ZhiZun was momentarily speechless, an indignant frustration stuck in his throat. After thinking about it, he realized she was right; whether she got married or not was none of his business. He sat back down heavily, exaggeratedly picked up the files on the table and flipped through them, then suddenly slammed the documents down on the table with a full sense of grievance: "What is this?"
