It was nearly morning judging from the hours that passed. The two still talked periodically after their conversation about intuition last night, and their mood improved. But they did not exchange a word in the last hour as Qian Lei wanted to give his grandfather some time to think.
Thus the room was completely devoid of any sounds whatsoever.
But then…
Qian Ying made an abrupt enthusiastic chuckle, "Heh! You know what? To hell with it! Let's roll the dice! Suddenly, I am feeling lucky!"
"Oh no! Not that, don't say that. Dad told me you often told him the story of buying your arena, and apparently this was the phrase you said back then as well"
"You scallywag! I told you that it was a passion project! And what's wrong with my arena?"
"Where was your famed intuition when you made that decision?"
"You little rascal, I give you a…"
