Qing Wuya followed the young girl, looking at her fluffy hair and the unpleasant aura she exuded as if it could solidify and disperse, he patted her shoulder, "How about we quit and play something else? This kind of gambling game that relies on luck is hard to win anyway."
He had played for many years and was already open-minded about it.
"You think it's about luck?" Lu Jingzhi stopped walking.
Passersby would always spare them some extra glances, as Qing Wuya's height was indeed imposing.
Especially when he stood together with someone who was lean, one looking up and the other looking down.
Lu Jingzhi stepped back a couple of steps and maintained eye contact at a slightly more level angle, "I told you last year, it's not about luck."
She pinched her icy little earlobe, "It's about listening."
Qing Wuya was astonished, "What?"
