"Hahaha, you think your Uncle Lan is that petty? Again." Lan Bo laughed happily and reset the board.
Lan Xue was too familiar with Luo Zheng, she could clearly feel something was off, but couldn't tell what exactly. Seeing that her father wasn't angry, she quietly let out a breath of relief and smiled too, but doubt rose in her heart. She glanced at Luo Zheng, knowing this wasn't the time to ask, so she silently made a note to find a chance to ask him later.
"Petty you're not, you just won't admit defeat." Lan Xing teased, "Dad, even if you play ten more rounds, the result will be the same—lose. I think just forget it, okay? How about we play mahjong instead? We were one short yesterday, today we're just right."
"This is called refusing to give up, not refusing to admit defeat. Know what 'fight on despite repeated defeats' means? No mahjong. I see, you're just trying to remind me I still owe you money, right? I'm never playing mahjong with you again." Lan Bo cursed jokingly.
