"Nothing. You guys heard wrongly."
Ji Ziming turned his head around and smiled at his mother, who was still blushing profusely. Madam Ji angrily flung away Qu Xiujie's leg, which was pressing on hers. Her voice was monotonous. "Surnamed Qu, forget it if you can't get it out. I don't want it anymore."
"That won't do. I haven't even moved it from its position. I'll definitely get it for you."
The older man silently laughed inside. He already had a method to deal with this woman.
"Then, you can keep it. I don't want it anymore."
After saying this, she held onto her mask, took her skincare products from the coffee table, and went upstairs, leaving Qu Xiujie alone bending below the sofa to look for the automatic cleansing device. It had better not be found by him, or else, he would really want to see how powerful the effects of that cleansing device that the old woman had almost fought to death with him.
