"I moved out of my family's home, and even my father had no objections. Cousin, aren't you sticking your nose in a little too far?"
Qi Jingmo smiled with refined elegance, but his words were extremely blunt.
Seeing the tension between them grow increasingly explosive, Liang Ting hurriedly cut in. "Young Master Mo, we came to invite Miss Su to join the club."
Could Young Master Mo be like them, too?
And it seemed he had even gotten to her first.
No wonder Su Qiao had rejected them so decisively just now. It turned out she had already found somewhere to go.
Running into Qi Jingmo here naturally made Liang Ting think a little more deeply.
"So it really was you who teamed up with her that night."
Qi Jundong stared at Qi Jingmo, his tone full of certainty.
Qi Jingmo narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly. "That's right. It was me. Cousin, you don't think that just because my hand was injured, I can't play anymore, do you?"
Things were different now.
Under Su Qiao's treatment, his hand had begun to recover gradually.
Once it had fully recovered, he would make Qi Jundong understand who truly deserved to be called the undisputed number one in the esports world.
Liang Ting glanced at his captain's unpleasant expression and hesitated before asking, "Young Master Mo, have you also taken a liking to Miss Su's potential?"
A flicker of understanding crossed Qi Jingmo's eyes. He raised his brows. "I certainly have."
"What? Why do you look so unhappy? Were you rejected?"
"Miss Su did reject us."
Liang Ting was somewhat frustrated.
When they had come, they had thought it was a sure thing. As long as they extended the invitation, Su Qiao would surely nod and agree with delight.
Unexpectedly, she was