C1002 Manymouth

Qiao Meimei, who had been silent all this time, quietly tugged at the corner of my clothes. I understood what she meant, so I turned to glance at her and whispered, "We'll talk about your matters after drinking. It's not appropriate to talk about it at the dinner table."

Qiao Meimei shook her head and whispered, "That's not it." As she spoke, she took out her cell phone, opened a text