"No problem, no problem."
The crisp female voice echoed beside her ear; Liu Tiantian instinctively looked up and was stunned by the scene on the sofa before her.
???
Why is it like this?
Is this a rest before the battle?
Wen Qiao leaned on the armrest on one side of the sofa, holding a mobile phone in her hand. Judging by the speed of her hands and the background music playing, she was probably gaming. Her legs were draped over Fu Jinghen's, and she occasionally kicked him.
Fu Jinghen, leaning back against the sofa, looked calm. If one ignored the phone in his hand and just looked at his expression, one might think he was signing a major deal.
"I'm going to die; come and block for me! Stop fighting him, look back at me, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, Fu Jinghen! Did you really download this game for me?"
Wen Qiao said as she kicked frantically, almost as if she'd kick Fu Jinghen to death if he didn't come to save her.
