"I haven't lost yet."
Julian, who was pressed under Beau, was still struggling with all his might. "I haven't lost yet!"
"You lost."
Beau smiled faintly and let go of Julian.
He stood up and looked down at Julian, who was lying on the ground and couldn't even stand up. "You lost. Stop struggling."
In every aspect, he had lost.
Beau felt bored if he continued to be entangled with a loser.
He stood up and raised his hand to pat Gloria on the shoulder. "Take care of him."
After saying this, he directly carried Eliza.
Eliza's body suddenly rose into the air and she instinctively cried out in alarm.
She subconsciously put her arms around his neck and asked, "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?"
Beau carried her and strode towards the room.
Eliza frowned and subconsciously looked back at the way Julian had been helped up by Gloria.
