"That's Lin Ping, right?" Lu Zhao's gaze turned murderous. His grip on Luo Ying tightened.
Lu Zhao looked up at Luo Ying's face, wanting to see a flustered expression on her face.
However, Luo Ying did not panic. Instead, she hugged him and smiled.
"When I was playing games, I joined a team. I played a few games with him. Perhaps I was too good at it, so he fell in love with me," Luo Ying said.
Lu Zhao frowned, clearly not believing what the woman in front of him was saying.
"I swear, it's the truth." Luo Ying pouted and acted coquettishly. She held the phone in front of Lu Zhao. "Look, there's a match record here."
"I see." Lu Zhao looked at the screen.
Luo Ying had indeed played a few games with Lin Ping. In these few games, Luo Ying had performed very well.
It was no wonder this kid would be tempted.
Lu Zhao's eyes darkened.
