"How about it? Didn't I tell you, nothing happened, I'm guessing Hua Biao is up to some trick!"
"Oh, look at you acting like some prophet, it's not that you guessed right, it's that Hua Biao covered it up too well!"
Wang Zhongyu and Wen Quanxin exchanged words as they walked out of the villa one after the other. Outside, the heavy snow continued, the howling wind fiercely whipping up the snow in the air.
Wen Quanxin breathed into his hands, rubbed them together vigorously, and shouted up at Hua Biao, who was watching from the rooftop, "Hua Biao, you're something else, you've got the whole family running in circles. Your acting is almost as good as that... Oka guy."
"I say, Xiao Wen, if you don't know, don't speak nonsense, okay? Oka... that's called the Oscar statuette, you're really ignorant!" Wang Zhongyu shook his head.
