"Your skills are that bad?" Chu Jin slightly raised an eyebrow, looking at Mo Zhixuan.
Mo Zhixuan immediately made excuses, "I was just letting them win. Otherwise, how could I lose?" He was preoccupied with the thought of the bride upstairs, unable to concentrate fully. With people around him colluding to go easy on each other and specifically targeting him, it would be strange if he didn't lose.
Since Mo Zhixuan would only get married once, everyone naturally took this opportunity to play a practical joke on him. It was rare to see the astute Mo Zhixuan in such a befuddled state.
"Braggart." Chu Jin extended one fair finger and poked Mo Zhixuan on the forehead.
"I'm not bragging, see for yourself. I'll cover their faces with sticky notes right now," Mo Zhixuan said as he sat down at the table again, glaring menacingly at everyone.
Chu Jin walked around the room to greet everyone, then went upstairs.