"God! Shengzhong actually held her hand! "

"Ah ah! I wish I could hold my hand!"

"Come on, save you? And don't look at your own fat pig! "

"What?! Who are you talking about?

"Whoever should be is right!"

Qiu Jiayi looked doubtfully, looked at the wrist that was caught, and then looked at the screams under the stage. Some embarrassed people wanted to pull back their hands, but he Shengling had too much strength.

Please! What kind of ghost rhythm is this? So many people are watching.

Gleamed at Shengling with all his might, signaling him to let her go.

Sheng Lingyao did not look at her, but...