It Looks Like Your Face Isn't Pained Enough

"Qi Junze, this game should end now."

Qi Junze, who was in front of the screen, looked ruthless. He had underestimated the extent Tang Chen cared for Lin Wanwan.

"You've lost."

Qi Junze turned his head rapidly and met Lu Zhanbei's phoenixes, which seemed to say that everything was in his control.

Such a look reminded him of his two previous defeats, and his expression became worse.

"No, I haven't lost."

His lips curved into a strange and ferocious smile. He waved his hand for a bodyguard.

"Tang Chen's right. There's no point to continue this game. If they don't vent it for a long period of time, their bodies would be hurt. I can't bear for him to be hurt. As for Lin Wanwan… I don't mind being charitable and letting her receive relief!"

Lu Zhanbei's eyes sank. "It seems like you would like to go back on your words."

Qi Junze laughed coldly. "Lu Zhanbei, you never believed in my promise, surely?"