Qiao Qian's half face was still burning: "Mom and Dad, you misunderstood. The child isn't some wild man, he's Zhou Ze's.","What" It was a June day, but Qiao Qian felt as if she were in the snow. "It's not yours","You pushed me" Qiao Xuexue glared, but the moment she saw Zhou Zhe coming down, she quickly softened. "Oh, sister, don't hit me, ouch, it hurts."。