C333 Poison Test

It was past nine o'clock in the evening. There were still some retired grandpas and aunties playing mahjong walking in the neighborhood. The people passing by all looked at them with sizing eyes. Shen Qingqing wished she could dig a hole in Leng Shaoheng's chest and bury her face in it.

"Why should I let him go? You walk too slowly. I can walk faster with you in my arms." He said domineeringly