Zizhi turned the wild rice stem over and pressed it on the box.

"I'm going to blame you," Qi Zizhi leaned over from behind, grabbed his hands and pressed them on top of the cargo box: "Do you think I'm incompetent?"

Zizania shook his head.

Brother, this pose is really not acceptable.

"I'm really incompetent." Qi Zizhi laughed at himself, he put his rough face against Zibazania's ear, rubbed jerky and loosely, and put on the gentleman's demeanor as before, "Sorry, please let me I relax."