Yu Zimu's voice came from afar, especially the words "Qin Xiaosan," causing Qin Shaojin's mouth to twitch. Suddenly, his efforts failed him, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"Ah—what are you doing!"
Wen Nuan cried out in surprise, her eyes widening as she looked at Qin Shaojin, who had fallen on top of her. She couldn't help but complain, "You're so heavy! You're going to crush my bones!"
Laughter quickly spread among the onlookers.
"Third Young Master, what happened to you?"
"Third brother, what did you do to our cousin?"
"Third brother, that's not right. You can't take advantage of people like that during a game."
"..."
Wen Nuan felt like crying—a bunch of hooligans! And right, there was also a swindler!
At that moment, she wished she could bite that swindler to death!
"Qin Shaojin, get off me!"
"How should I get up?"
Though Qin Shaojin said so, he had already gotten up.
