Chapter 372 I Mean It

• Over at the hotel’s presidential suite, Nan Xing and Zheng Lunlun lay on the couch as their fingers drummed furiously on their phones.
• “What are you doing? Cover me! Dang! Game over!” The latter threw his phone aside and let out an exasperated cry.
• He tilted his head and glared at his uncle stormily. “Do you even know how to play a game? Why did you call me over for a game when you don’t even know how to play one? You suck!”