Mama Le saw her husband's expression and knew that he was being awkward again. She picked up a pillow and hit him.
"I'm being serious."
Papa Le was hit. Although it didn't hurt, he was a little aggrieved.
"I'm serious. This is the first time I've seen it for myself. How much can I see?"
Moreover, he felt that although Zhai Jing looked honest and quiet, he was actually a little vixen. Just like tonight's game, he seemed to be working hard, but how could he, an old man in the business world, not notice the abnormality?
This kid was still secretly throwing the game to him, but it was more subtle. If he hadn't been watching his game, he would've almost been fooled.
At this moment, he was probably using his defeat to act pitifully in front of his daughter. With so many thoughts running through his mind, Papa Le was a little worried that his daughter wouldn't be able to win against him.
