Qin Xiaoya sat down, took a can of beer and handed it to him. "Help me open the nails I just made today. I don't want to open the can."

Wang Qi apparently got seven points drunk. He took it honestly and handed it back.

As the two men drank in silence, Wang Qi suddenly said, "I want to join hands with Ma Jun."

"And then?" Qin Xiaoya asked carefully, but the latter did not say, covering his cheek, pushing his head between his legs.

Qin Xiaoya is not a fool, the other party's words have absolute origin, and then think of these recent events, she suspects that her guess...