"I'm curious, if I cared, would you really spare Sang Nanfeng out of kindness, breaking your record of never losing?" Sang Qiao lifted her eyelids, her gaze landing on his face.
"If you care, I can make him lose more slowly," Shangguan Yuan said with a light smile.
He leaned back in his chair and elegantly picked up the wine glass from the table.
"Pfft." Sang Qiao couldn't help but let out a light chuckle, indeed just like the rumors on the internet, he showed no mercy.
While the two were conversing, suddenly footsteps approached from the entrance, getting closer and closer.
Sang Nanfeng walked in and, upon seeing Sang Qiao on the couch, exclaimed in shock, "Sang Qiao? What are you doing here?"
"Did you arrange this?" Shangguan Yuan turned around at the newcomer, his eyebrows lifting slightly.
Sang Qiao was also surprised by his arrival, "No."