The Little Fox set his phone aside. The moment he looked up, his nose twitched instinctively.
He glanced in Wen Qian's direction, then his gaze landed on the cheerful-looking man beside her.
Qi Ke's eyes darkened instantly. He decisively tossed his phone aside, got up, and walked toward the dining table.
'He'd really underestimated this Young Master.'
"Hey! We haven't finished the game yet!" Shen Mqing shouted excitedly. His eyes darted back and forth, unsure for a moment whether to look at his phone or follow Qi Ke's retreating figure.
'He'd finally managed to team up with him for a round, and now this kid... What a useless teammate!'
Qi Ke paid him no mind, pulling out a chair and sitting down right next to Wen Qian without even giving him a glance.
Forcing himself to finish the game, Shen Mqing muttered a few things in frustration. Then, as if he smelled something, he immediately tossed his phone aside...
