Jian Ai was never talented at playing games. Since it was just an entertainment project, there was no need for her to use her mental cultivation techniques. Even so, Jian Ai was still very happy. It was pure joy, one that was carefree and without any burden.
At this time, the three girls were playing Whack-a-Mole with a plastic hammer each. In the distance, Lin Yi's gaze landed on the side of Jian Ai's face. The lights of the gaming city shone on her snow-like side profile, making her shine. Her flowing eyes seemed to have specks of light. Her smile was like a flower, magnificent and unknowingly blooming.
When she reached home, it was already almost eight in the evening. Jian Ai pushed the door open and saw Wang Yunmei sitting on the sofa. She couldn't help but be stunned. However, before she could say anything, Jian Ai saw another two people seated on the other end of the sofa.
