The two words "Xiaochu", when said by Ya Shichu, always felt like he was calling a pet cat or dog.
Chu Mufeng sternly demanded, "Please look at this handsome and charming face of your old man, and, touching your barely remaining conscience, give me another nickname!"
Ya Shichu thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "...Chuchu?"
Chu Mufeng, "..."
Wen Yizhen looked at the two of them with an expression that said, "You two idiots keep bickering, I'm heading out first," then stood up and said, "I'm going to take a look outside."
Ignoring Chu Mufeng's murderous look, Ya Shichu also stood up, and before Chu Mufeng could catch up, he lazily sauntered out with his hands plunged into his pockets.
The card game was over, and the man sitting in the darkest corner of the room, who had won several houses and cars, didn't seem pleased at all, flinging the cards away with little interest.
