"Bro, why are you sitting on Yingzi's private sofa? She loves that little sofa the most and never lets anyone touch it. You should get up quickly before you make her angry."
Liao Fan walked over, anxiously trying to persuade him. His voice was louder than the sound of Yingzi typing on her keyboard, as if he was afraid she wouldn’t hear.
"What does it have to do with you? Why do you talk so much? Can’t you see I’m trying to rank up? If I lose this game, are you going to take the blame for me?" Jiang Siming retorted, shutting him down.
A flash of anger crossed Liao Fan’s face, but he still wasn’t ready to give up. He turned to Li Yingzi and said, "Yingzi, take a look yourself. I can’t control your classmate. Not only did he sit on your favorite little sofa, but he’s lying down on it, without even taking off his shoes!"
At this moment, Liao Fan resembled a schoolboy tattling to the teacher.