When the photo fell out, other than the great god Jing Hanchuan, who was sitting calmly, the others were all frightened. Xu Yuanfei even found it difficult to breathe. She held the tile tightly, her palm sweaty.
Duan Linbai reached out to ruffle his hair.
Even without looking at Jing Hanchuan, he knew that this fellow definitely wanted to kill him.
Is it my fault you hid a picture of her?
Just as the atmosphere was in a deadlock, Jiang Duanyan, who had been silent, said, "Miss Xu, you're going first."
"Oh." Xu Yuanfei's throat seemed to have been set on fire. It was so hot that her throat was dry and itchy, and her words were not as gentle and beautiful as before.
"Anything will do." Jing Hanchuan's tone was as calm as usual.
He threw out a bomb, yet he was still so calm. Jiang Ershao finally understood what a true big shot was.
Just as Xu Yuanfei was thinking about it, a voice came from behind her. "Do you want to win?"
