Qin Mo asked, "Tonight, how do you intend to explain the physical cheating just now?"
Bo Jiu choked. "Brother Mo, isn't your definition of the word cheating too sloppy?"
"You are not allowed to have an opinion." Qin Mo tugged onto her again, his overbearing behavior a little childish.
As expected, he was jealous. Bo Jiu couldn't help smiling.
After Qin Mo saw it, he held her hand and squeezed it, signaling for her to behave.
Their interactions were intricate and subtle but couldn't be hidden from the fans' eyes. Before they had watched enough though, the committee of the Asian Cup walked over. According to international practice, the winning team would stand on the highest podium. In reality, it wasn't important. After all, the most important thing was that the national flag of China was flying in the sky at this moment. It was a fiery red color.
