"You mean I'm lousy?" Qin Si clearly couldn't accept this. He placed his hands on his hips self-righteously. "Then, how come Sister Qiao can carry me?"
Zhang Yang was speechless.
Of course, a hidden-level big shot like Miss Qiao could carry Young Master Qin, who was addicted to suicide. He, on the other hand, was not a big shot. Young Master Qin was like a suicide squad when he played games. Zhang Yang wasn't a big shot in the game. How could he carry him?
"You still refuse to admit that you're lousy…" Qin Si turned his attention to Ye Wangchuan after muttering.
He saw that the man was leaning lazily on the leather sofa and about to sink into it. His strong waist and long legs were especially eye-catching.
He couldn't help but think of the flight attendant who had tried her best to speak to them. She looked average but was quite confident. She flirted with Master Wang like a comedian.
