"Impossible!" Qiao Qian's voice trembled, pointing at Qiao Xuexue. "You guys shouldn't listen to her, it must be, it must be intentional.","What" It was a June day, but Qiao Qian felt as if she were in the snow. "It's not yours","Just admit it, sister," Qiao Xuexue's voice came from behind, "Things have come to this, we are all doing it for your own good."。