Although Xu Qing didn't say anything, Zhou Suzhi felt his expression had already said it all.
Seeing her 'I understand everything' look, Xu Qing was even more bewildered.
Jiang He's Palm Fist has become a family heirloom now?
It should be passed down from his generation onward.
"Auntie left?"
By the time Jiang He finished fussing with her flowers and came in, the living room was left with only Xu Qing.
"Mhm."
"I still want to beat you up. Let me hit you, will you?" Jiang He said.
"...Is it really necessary?"
Xu Qing scratched his nose, thinking how feisty the heroine was.
"When I threw out the old turtle card just now, the guy on the other side was totally stunned!"
Jiang He gnashed her teeth, so infuriating.
"Think on the bright side; maybe they weren't laughing but got scared instead. Or maybe he was guessing what new deck you had, so he took forever to make a move... Ow!"
