"Putting other matters aside for now, I'm very sure of one thing—I've never carried a 'Safe Travels' sign in my mouth," Ansheng said.
"That 'Safe Travels' paper was something I accidentally knocked over when I was roughhousing with a bag of chips, and its tail flipped the trash can over, spilling everything out..."
Seeing Ah Qing slandering him, Ansheng turned around and used his mouth to vigorously poke Ah Qing's cheek.
But as Ansheng turned the gun on Ah Qing, his behind was exposed right in front of Qiu Lingling.
Sitting in the back seat, Qiu Lingling's eyes lit up, and she reached out with her hands to stroke the tail.
"Ying-ying—" An unexpected rush of pleasure made the little fox abandon the idea of covering Ah Qing's mouth and shift its position back on the armrest compartment, staring intently at Qiu Lingling.
"Ah Bai, regulate your little master!" Ansheng looked over to Ah Bai and said.
