Grandma Lu snorted with laughter, "I just love Xiaoyu's spirit, she never gives up despite the failures!"
Lu Qiaoxiang: "..."
Just as she was about to speak again, she suddenly felt a cold draft behind her. She frowned, turned around, and immediately broke into a smile.
"Hurry up and draw a tile," Ran Yu urged her relentlessly.
Lu Qiaoxiang arched an eyebrow and stretched out her hand to draw a stack of tiles, leisurely and contentedly building her wall.
Ran Yu had just reached out when someone tapped her on the back of the head.
She clicked her tongue, her voice laden with irritation, "Auntie Zhou, can you not rush me, I'll talk after this game."
"Having that much fun?"
"Fun, my ass, I'm fucking about to lose everything!"
"Baby cursed again."
"Shut up!"
"Telling your husband to shut up?"
Ran Yu was startled. Husband?
She stiffened, turned around slowly, and looked up.
