Why Is It Hard to Make Money? (3)

Lu Qingfeng was obviously not in the mood to eat anything sweet at the moment, as he sat across from the siblings, who were enjoying their strawberry parfaits. He looked at the young boy seated next to Su Xiaofei, and he was reminded why he couldn't be angry with Qiao Yuhan.

It wasn't the boy's fault that he couldn't win a single round in their game earlier. Lu Qingfeng had never thought that he would lose against Qiao Yuhan at all.

"Xiao Feng, don't sulk just because Xiao Han kicked your ass. You have to man up and admit defeat once in a while." Su Xiaofei grinned at him, knowing that he was a little ashamed to be beaten by a boy half his age.

"I didn't lose. I allowed him to win." He scoffed and looked away.