Another round? Qin Yu's eyes were shining—he was up for another ten or eight rounds! It was so damn thrilling, so damn exhilarating!
"No problem!"
Having said that, Qin Yu took Su Ziyan's hand and they returned to the street of snack shops where their little yellow bike patiently awaited. Together, they rode the little yellow bike towards the pedestrian street.
Eventually, they parked the little yellow bike at a bus stop on the roadside, started the big Benz, and set off for Su Ziyan's house.
When they reached the front door, Qin Yu was taken aback because there was a Taoist standing at the door. Qin Yu slapped his forehead, realizing he had been so caught up playing with his wife that he completely forgot about Qing Yunzi.
"Dragon Head, you've finally returned?" Upon seeing Qin Yu's car, Qing Yunzi hastily came over, his face filled with excitement.
