EH!!!
Inside the room, Liang Yuehong had just closed the door and instantly became agitated. She even stomped her feet as she ran, her hands flailing like propellers.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
Xu Jiacheng, who had been sitting comfortably composed on the sofa, suddenly grew worried. He quickly stood up and went to her.
Liang Yuehong rushed over, grabbed Xu Jiacheng's arm, and spoke excitedly, "Xu, I really shouldn't have gone out just now! Do you know what I saw?"
"What? What are you talking about?" Xu Jiacheng still hadn't figured out the situation and looked at her, bewildered.
"I saw two people hugging and kissing! Oh, dear, it's all my fault! Why did I have to go out?"
If Liang Yuehong was excited, Xu Jiacheng was even more so—he was even furious.
"What?! Who? Qingqiu?"
"Why are you yelling? Who else could it be other than Qiuqiu?"
"You mean outside, hugging and kissing? With whom? Where did this person come from? Who are they? How old are they?"
