Li Weiguo shrugged but said, "Ever since I started playing against Xiao Qin, I've never lost. What about you?"
"You!!"
Zhang Qingyuan's face turned bright red, yet he didn't know how to retort.
Indeed. Li Weiguo had never played chess with Qin Mu. To say he had never been defeated was not an exaggeration.
Qin Mu, who was standing to the side watching the two old men quarrel, silently picked up his phone. Pretending not to see. If he got involved in this "dispute," he wouldn't have peace today either.
Just as he turned on his phone, he saw the message Ma Ming had sent him. It announced good news.
"Up, the public security bureau has informed us of the case progress. Meng Lei borrowed money not only from our classmates but also from his colleagues, relatives, and friends."
