Qing Er: "You could say that."
"Hehe..."
Just as Qing Er finished speaking, a mocking laugh echoed beside her.
This laughter made her feel slightly embarrassed. Her words seemed to be nothing more than a big joke to Jun Ning.
She wanted to argue, but Jun Ning couldn't be bothered to listen to her nonsense. Instead, he reached forward, trying to grab her arm, as if he wanted to test something.
Unfortunately, he was a bit short, and his arms were too short. He tried several times but couldn't reach Qing Er's arm.
Jun Ning: "......"
Once again, he felt that his short arms and legs were useless.
Amidst the incredulous gazes of the people around, Jun Ning rolled up his sleeves and puffed as he moved a Taishi Chair from the side, placing it beside Qing Er.
Then, he stepped onto the Taishi Chair and stood in front of Qing Er. At last, he managed to grab her arm.
Qing Er disdainfully glanced at the Taishi Chair under Jun Ning's feet, thinking to herself, "Shorty."
