But to end in such a manner seemed like a pity.
Lin Chentao watched Feng Yi as he walked to the panel of judges, prepared to speak to the person in charge.
Ka-cha!
The youngster in front of the computer pressed onto Qin Mo's wrist the second time.
But this time, Bo Jiu didn't use her other hand to release the pressure on his hand because it wasn't allowed.
"Brother Mo, do you trust me?"
It was her voice, calm with a hint of her unique deepness, blasting through the speakers.
"Yes," Qin Mo replied firmly, his deep gaze landing on her before turning to the hand resting on his wrist.
Bo Jiu pressed his hand, turning her gaze. "Then do as you have said, let me bring up Supreme Alliance's tempo, I'll defeat them and make Sanpang call me Daddy. Don't worry."
The youngster spoke sincerely, her silver hair a mess. Qin Mo suddenly relaxed his wrist. "Alright."
