Intellectual Mini Game

"Fighting to the point of messing up meal times, isn't that idiotic?"

Lin Murong didn't dare say this out loud, instead, he could only grumble silently in his heart.

After watching the play complete, Lin Murong moved over to Su Yinhe's side and watched her play games.

As he watched, he began to give directions.

"Left side, left side, right side, not that way. To the right, to the right, go right!" Lin Murong wished he could jump in and take over.

Little Galaxy was so young, yet her fingers were so uncoordinated.

"You want to say that again?" Su Yinhe, annoyed to no end, looked up at him, her gaze deadly.

She had no interest in playing to begin with, she was just putting on an act earlier, casually playing while actually keeping an ear on the noise from the other side.

And now, Lin Murong comes over to direct her?

"I... won't say anymore." Lin Murong didn't expect her to get angry and shrank his neck timidly, not daring to speak.