Wen Ye looked at Wen Jin with some sympathy and couldn't help but cough lightly. "Big brother..."
"And you, why are you also messing around? Are you living such a comfortable life recently that you're willing to go to South Africa to mine?" Wen Jin flew into a rage at Wen Ye.
Yu Anwan was shameless and Wen Jin couldn't do anything about it, but that didn't mean that Wen Jin couldn't do anything about Wen Ye.
Wen Ye, who was shot innocently, was speechless.
"Sob, sob, sob, he's so pitiful. He's just a scapegoat."
Meanwhile, Wen Zhanyan had already finished a round of playing, experiencing a sense of exhilaration he had never felt before.
From being always well-behaved, Wen Zhanyan was now drenched in sweat, his young face beaming with excitement as he ran toward Yu Anwan. "We won!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Wen Zhanyan noticed Wen Jin's presence and instantly froze.