"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 turn and run, without any looking back, running blindly forward, just hoping to get away from all this as quickly as possible.。