"What does it mean to stop doing things? William, you don't think I'm a plagiarist, do you?

Qiu Jiayi asked with a slightly bad face.

William helplessly raised his forehead and sighed softly, "May, you're starting to think again. I don't mean that."

Although he still can't figure out Qiujiayi, after six years of getting along with her, she still knows what kind of spleen she is.

But there are still some special times, such as now --

"May, I mean, you shouldn't offend those journalists for a moment now. Our main task is to shut up the mouths of those journalists, but you..."

William's helpless face made Qiujiayi even...