"Late night party?"
As Jiang Ning's words fell, the scene sank into a brief silence, because this was way too bizarre.
Liu Chuandao desperately lay flat on the ground, with the plump Pang Jiao sitting on him, completely pinning him down.
He struggled repeatedly, but couldn't move an inch.
Watching this, Chen Siyu couldn't help but ask, "Are you playing some sort of new and trendy game that I haven't seen before?"
Upon this question, Wang Yan Yan's flounder-like eyes shifted; as the strategist among the Jin Hua, she knew how to gauge the situation.
She admitted, "Hehehe, you guys found us out! Yes, we're playing a game with them."
"You agree, right, Liu Chuandao?" The last few words were delivered with a sinister tone by Wang Yan Yan.
'Damn it!' Liu Chuandao wanted to squeeze the words out of his throat to curse Pang Jiao.
