Feng Chengjin naturally knew.
Mo Tong quietly glanced at the LCD screen, but what he didn't know was... "What's wrong with Snake?"
"Oh, nothing." Looking at his uncle's solemn expression, Yu Xi hopelessly covered his face, "Ah..." he sighed, resigned to his fate, picked up the controller, and sat back down on the carpet.
"It's fine, play, play well, keep playing, we'll battle till dawn. If Grandpa asks why I came to stay with you these days, I'll just say Uncle doesn't go on dates at night but plays Snake with me instead."
Feng Chengjin's lips twitched: "..."
...
20 minutes later.
Sitting cross-legged on the carpet opposite the coffee table, Yu Xi began to eat a steak for a late-night snack, and also pulled out a bottle of red wine from his wine cabinet, sipping in annoyance and frustration.
Feng Chengjin rested one arm on the armrest of the sofa, legs crossed, slightly raised an eyebrow, "Weren't you not playing anymore? Why are you looking at me like that?"
