"Let's see where you think you're running!" A red Mercedes pulled up, and Qiuqiu's balding, Mediterranean-style dad got out and pointed at Qian and the others. They were chasing all the way here to catch Qiuqiu!
"We don't feel like running this time."
Qian quietly stepped back two steps, taking the bag slung over Yu Minglang's back.
Yu Minglang started to stretch, while Liumei and Aka also warmed up. Qiuqiu rolled her eyes at her persistent dad.
"Dad, give it up. I'm like this for the rest of my life; I can't be cured."
"You brat! Hurry up and come back with me!" Qiuqiu's dad was piqued to see his daughter like this.
At this time, two more people got out of the Mercedes, one of whom looked like a foreigner, chattering away to a translator.
Qian and Yu Minglang both raised their eyebrows. Qian sneered, while Yu Minglang taunted.
