Director Sha Mao had finally scored a win against the guests. In an excellent mood, he mercifully let everyone return to their rooms to shower.
An hour later, in the rooftop restaurant.
Xie Lin's sharp eyes spotted that someone was missing, and he nudged Lu Ye.
"Where's your sister?"
"Heh, my dad hauled her home for a mixed doubles beating."
"...Why?"
"She actually dared to ask my dad to kowtow to her in front of the entire nation. You think he'd let that slide?"
Lu Ye looked utterly gleeful at her misfortune.
"...But."
Lu Ye suddenly leaned toward him, and Xie Lin instinctively leaned back.
But all he did was smile and reach out a finger, brushing lightly over Xie Lin's mouth to wipe away a grain of rice, then casually pop it into his own mouth.
Then he sat up straight.
"Forget about her. She's got a thick hide. A beating won't kill her."
"..."
Xie Lin frowned, his face slightly flushed.
Who had he learned this habit of flirting at every opportunity from?
Beside them, Wu Xinyou's phone screen kept lighting up. There had to have been eight or ten missed calls already.
He glanced at it expressionlessly, simply switched it off, and set it facedown on the table before leisurely continuing his meal.
Cutting ties with the family really was great.
He could say whatever he wanted about them and ignore their calls whenever he pleased.
Compared with this carefree life, what kind of life had he even been living before?
As dinner drew to a close, Director Sha glanced at his wrist.
"It's still early. Let's play one more simple little game, and then we'll end today's livestream."
Xie Lin's eyes instantly went round.
"Seriously? Haven't today's games been intense enough?"
"Your breakfast tomorrow depends on