When Lin Mubai left with his little woman holding his left hand and Little Jia You in his right, the people in the billiards room instantly started buzzing.
Han Xiayang couldn’t help but curse, "Damn it, were we being played?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he shot a sharp glance at Third Young Master Xi, who looked indifferent, and grabbed his collar, "Tell me, you bastard, did you know from the beginning?" This bastard loves excitement, yet today he didn’t participate in the match actively, which is suspicious.
Know what? Know that An Nan’s billiards skills are exceptional?
Under his good brother’s sharp gaze, Xi Shaoqi felt wronged, "I really didn’t know. Today, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to participate in the match; it’s not like you all gave me the chance, right? Was I supposed to take on two at once?"
Saying this, he rolled his eyes. He hadn’t even complained about these heartless bastards yet? Everyone paired up freely, completely leaving him out, and now they blame him for not actively joining the group activity.
Seeing that he really didn’t seem to be lying, Han Xiayang reluctantly let him go, his heart still grumbling with discontent, "Damn woman, next time I see her, I won’t let her off easily."
Before his words even fell, he noticed Xi Shaoqi beside him staring at him with a smile that wasn’t a smile, "Why are you looking at me like that? That’s just gross."
Xi Shaoqi wasn’t angered by the disgust, instead, his smile grew more sinister.
Which made Han Xiayang feel a chill down his spine, "Damn it, just say it quickly."
"Xiayang..." Xi Shaoqi deliberately dragged his words.
"Know what?" Han Xiayang looked completely perplexed.
Xi Shaoqi continued with a mysterious smile before casually revealing the answer, "Do you know how conflicted your expression was just now?"
Han Xiayang still didn’t understand, "Explain conflicted?"
Xi Shaoqi patiently continued explaining to him, "Being conflicted doesn’t mean anything. The point is who you were conflicted about; I think it’s not about An Nan’s exceptional billiard skills."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Vaguely realizing what the other party was about to say, Han Xiayang suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
Seeing his guilty conscience, Xi Shaoqi didn’t plan to elaborate, "You know in your heart, but what I want to tell you is that sometimes love comes in such inexplicable ways; don’t purposely reject it, you should follow your heart’s feelings."
"Damn it, I don’t like that violent woman." As soon as Han Xiayang shouted, he realized he misspoke, a flash of annoyance swept across his face, and he even dared not look directly at the other party.
In a quick turn of thought, he swiftly denied his guilt. No means no; he couldn’t possibly have feelings for that violent woman.
For Han Xiayang’s contradictory words and heart, Xi Shaoqi shook his head helplessly, realizing a truth that denying one’s feelings wasn’t exclusive to women; men were the same. Not wanting to continue dwelling on this topic, he proactively changed the subject, "Are we going to keep playing tonight or head home individually?"
"Play, play, play, let’s keep playing." Her goal for tonight hadn’t been achieved yet, how could it end ? A sinister light flashed in Lan Xinxi’s eyes.
As the crowd subsequently moved to a new location, Yu Wenhao secretly asked the little woman next to him, "What do you want to do?" His woman was usually not this proactive; today was unusually abnormal, she must have a hidden agenda. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel·fire.net