Zuzi already expected that Xi Rubao and Gu Pinting wouldn't be able to defeat Gu Shiyin in a short time.
If the Ma Jia Monster could be easily defeated by two youngsters, then all these years would've been wasted.
She took a sip of peach-flavored milk tea, her slender fingers lightly tapping, and sent a message to Bao Gucheng on her smartwatch: "I've tasted it. It's not as good as Xiao Chenger's."
As she was reminiscing the crisp and refreshing flavor while looking at her watch screen, Chen Long suddenly squeezed through the crowd and stood behind Zuzi shakingly: "Miss Xi, Mr. Bo is in trouble, I beg of you..."
For Mr. Bo's sake, I'm willing to stay abstinent for three more years!
Before he could finish, his eyes caught the small line of words on Zuzi's smartwatch screen.
—— Not as good as Xiao Chenger's.
Chen Long's entire face turned beet red!
