"Midnight party?"
As Jiang Ning's words fell, the scene sank into a brief silence. It was simply too strange.
Liu Chuandao lay sprawled on the ground in despair while the hefty Pang Jiao sat on top of him, pinning him firmly to the pavement.
He struggled several times, yet could not move in the slightest.
Chen Siyu could not help asking, "Are you playing some trendy game I've never seen before?"
At that question, Wang Yanyan's flounder-like eyes shifted. As the strategist among the Four Golden Flowers, she was good at reading the situation.
She admitted, "Hehehe, so you found out. Yes, we're playing a game with them."
"Isn't that right, Liu Chuandao?" Wang Yanyan's tone turned sinister on those final words.
Playing your mother's game! Liu Chuandao wanted to force his voice out through clenched throat muscles and curse Pang Jiao.
But the force pressing down on him suddenly increased. Liu Chuandao felt as though his lungs were about to collapse. Just as he could no longer bear it, the pressure eased slightly, and he understood Pang Jiao's warning.
At that moment, his very life was in Pang Jiao's hands.
The curse never left his mouth. Instead, he forced out a smile, wearing an expression uglier than a grimace.
"Hahaha, you guessed it!"
With that surrender, Liu Chuandao's arm, which had been straining desperately upward, dropped as though his spine had been broken. His head drooped along with it.
Proud and unyielding as he was, all he wanted at that moment was a mask to cover his face.
So Bai Yuxia, Chen Siyu, and the others would not recognize him.
This was fucking humiliating!
Liu Chuandao did not even know how he would face them in the future.
At the same time, his hatred for Pang Jiao reached its