Lu Nanzhou wished he could disappear on the spot as he looked at Lu Xizhou with confusion, "That can't be right, I can't be that bad, brother..."
Lu Xizhou looked like he was about to have a heart attack, "Don't call me. You really didn't lie to me; my helplessness is just beginning, like your IQ, which is beyond my help."
Lu Nanzhou: "It's just one loss, and now you're making personal attacks?"
Bo Yan gently brushed the stray hairs beside the young girl's cheeks back and looked at her softly, "Shall we have a game?"
"Mmhmm."
Yuran actually had many hobbies, but as Fu Yuran, her workload was unimaginably heavy. Often, she would put her own interests aside.
Nevertheless, in the rare moments of respite, she still indulged in her hobbies in private, and those days were the happiest—days she never shared with anyone.
Although she was exhausted every day, she was happy every day.