Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao tilted her petite head, carefully scrutinizing him from up, down, left, and right for an extended period. Then, she raised her petite head and nodded at him coldly.
"Hehe, ironically," Ali couldn't help but loosen up, rolling his eyes. "You haven't even seen the injury on my Big Bro's arm, and you've agreed so readily. What if you can't do it? What then?"
"Why is he so annoying?" Qiao Mu shot a cold glance at Ali, who seemed to start with a string of sarcastic remarks. "Isn't it annoying that a man talks so much?"
"Me, me! What?" How can he be annoying? He's just asking a question. Why is that annoying?
"Are you going to shut him up?" Qiao Mu asked coldly.
"Big Bro! Look at her."
"Shut up," Asi said indifferently.
Ali suddenly felt as if the sky was falling. He turned around with a swish, and his puppy eyes glistened with tears as he looked pitifully at his brother.
