After a grueling two hours, the battle between the two finally drew to a close.
Ji Qingyan's clothes were disheveled, her face flushed as red as a ripe peach, the intensity indescribable.
At that moment, the ringtone of Ji Qingyan's phone broke the ambiguous silence.
It was a call from Song Lan.
"It's already past six, why aren't you home yet? Didn't you say you wouldn't work overtime today?"
"Oh, something came up unexpectedly, but I have dealt with it and am heading back now."
"Hurry back, the food is ready, and it will get cold if you wait much longer."
"Got it."
Ji Qingyan hung up the phone and turned to glare at Lin Yi.
"Why are you so annoying?"
"How am I the annoying one? I only started things off. You were quite cooperative in the middle, and you even moved on your own a few times. You performed well."
"Shut up, you're embarrassing me."
Ji Qingyan's cheeks reddened even more, and she pinched Lin Yi at his waist.
"Hurry and pack up, let's go home for dinner."