Qiu Ya didn't recognize those people, but he felt that they had come for him.
"Do you not want me anymore?" Qiu Ya clung to Chuzheng's sleeve, refusing to let go.
"I never said that."
This is your own wild imagination. What does it have to do with me?
Don't go passing the buck to me.
I'm not carrying it.
"Really?"
"Let go of me first." Grabbing my sleeve is one thing, but hugging my leg, what's that about??
"Really?" Qiu Ya persisted in asking.
"No." Chuzheng threatened him fiercely, "If you don't let go of my leg right now, I will immediately call people back."
Qiu Ya shrank back, frightened.
But he still didn't let go of Chuzheng's leg: "I'll be good, don't chase me away, I won't go, I want to be with you."
Chuzheng took a deep breath: "Let go of my leg!!"
"You don't want me anymore..."
As he spoke, Qiu Ya was about to cry.
Qiu Ya, completely disregarding the fact that he was a grown man, shamelessly acted like a child.
The tears came as soon as they were summoned.
