"Not really! I just hope that Young Master Yan won't cry after losing later!" Su Qian chuckled, his eyes filled with provocation.
Actually, Su Qian didn't understand why Yan Bei, who had always been arrogant, would suddenly express kindness to them.
No! That wasn't right. He was just expressing his goodwill to Qingqing! Seeing Yan Bei staring straight at Su Qing, Su Qian took half a step forward and stood in front of his sister.
Yan Bei came back to his senses and turned to look at Su Qian, who had already let go of his hand. His handsome face was filled with indifference. "You didn't even cry when you lost to me, so it's even more impossible for me to cry today! Besides, I won't lose."
Su Qian's throat tightened at Yan Bei's words, but he couldn't find anything to rebut, because Yan Bei had really never lost.
