Wang Dahai's forehead throbbed as he fell silent for two seconds before saying, "I've already lost."
"Lost…" Lin Wanqiu's smile vanished, and a moment of confusion crossed her face.
She chuckled self-derisively and walked over to him, staring at him from a close distance.
Looking at this face, once so familiar, Lin Wanqiu suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
She asked, "Wang Dahai, do you really hate me?"
Wang Dahai averted his gaze and did not respond.
At that moment, a door in the next room opened, and Zhao Xue emerged, groggy from sleep.
Lin Wanqiu quickly lowered her head to rearrange her emotions and returned to her room.
Scratching her messy hair, Zhao Xue did not notice anything wrong between them and headed for the bathroom.
In the room.
Wu Qiangwei had already woken up and overheard the conversation outside.