Meng Fan knitted his brows, "Aye, I'm still playing cards, you go back first."
Rong Huaishen's attitude left no room for discussion, "Two minutes, keep resisting and it will be one minute."
"Rong Huaishen!" Meng Fan slammed his cards down on the table.
With a slap.
Wen Zhi was startled.
Liang Yin and Xie Weiyue both turned their gaze towards Meng Fan, who had slapped the table.
Meng Fan realized he had made too much noise and whispered with his mouth shape, "Call it a draw."
Then he continued to the other end of the phone, "Husband~ can I play two more rounds?"
If firmness didn't work, he turned to softness.
Rong Huaishen usually ate up this act of his, liking to see him soft, but tonight it was ineffective, even reducing the time given to him to, "Within one minute."
Meng Fan: "..."
On the phone, Rong Huaishen's countdown sounded like a death knell, "Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven…"
He actually had the nerve to count down sixty seconds!!!
This damn man!
