"At worst, I'll let you win a round next time we play a game." Jian Luo put on his coat, casually threw his arm around his neck, brother-to-brother style.
"Come on, does this young master need you to let him win?" He brushed off his hand and huffed, "Next time, I'll knock you out within a minute."
Jian Luo thrust his hands into his pockets, "Where are we eating?"
"The usual place." Bai Jue said, "I didn't bring any money either."
Anyway, the restaurant is owned by Black Jack, so they could just go mooch off him.
"If you didn't bring any money, what are you going to eat." Jian Luo retorted.
"..."
Holy crap, he's acting like he brought money.
If it weren't for him dragging him out in such a hurry this morning, would he have left without bringing anything?
He is the one to blame, yet he has the audacity to lecture him. How shameless.
The two arrived at the restaurant, and Bai Jue was the first to get out of the car.
