Turning his head to see the woman in his arms looking thoroughly dejected, he couldn't help but chuckle, "There's no shame in losing to our son, right?"
"Hmph!"
"There's still one more day. Maybe you'll find a new loophole?" Yan Sijue said in a not-so-sincere attempt to comfort her.
Mu Yiliang thought for a moment, grabbing his arm, "Xiaoze found the loophole partly thanks to me, so I didn't really lose, right?"
Yan Sijue glanced at his son and gave a calm smile, "You can ask our son. If he agrees to give you the credit, I have no objection."
Mu Yiliang immediately looked expectantly at Xiaoze.
Xiaoze turned his head to the side, twitching his mouth slightly—this acting stuff was way too hard.
"See, he doesn't agree," Yan Sijue looked at her innocently.
"Hmph!" Mu Yiliang stood up angrily, "There's still one more day, I haven't lost yet anyway!"
