That's her husband, that's her and her child's pride.
The game resumed, and An Ruichen and his friends stepped up their defense, but unfortunately, Mo Yunchen was like an omnipresent wind, deftly dodging them and scoring again.
Without knowing when, a group of girls had gathered on the sidelines, shrieking at the scene in the center of the court.
Gan Tiantian glared at the many girls on the sidelines, "What are you screaming for? Master Mo belongs to Qin Qin, you're not even allowed to look at him."
Qin Qin smiled, her gaze fixed on the center of the court, resting her chin on one hand, her eyes never shifting away.
After a while, An Ruichen and his friends were panting heavily, "No more, we're done, we lost."
The group looked at Mo Yunchen standing in the center of the court, who wasn't even panting. Apart from a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead and a bit of a flushed face, who would have known he had just undergone intense exercise?
