Ten or Twenty Yuan a Piece

Ye Wangchuan walked over with a mug and glanced at him when he passed by. "Country Y."

"Oh." Gu San scratched his head and looked at the disc in his hand dumbly, wondering why Qiao Nian had bought a game software from Country Y.

He couldn't even understand the introduction to the game above, so there was no way the young master could understand it. He wouldn't be able to play at that time!

He put the game software back to its original position and found many other game softwares in the same foreign language on the sofa. Each one was packed tightly, and it was hard to tell what type of game it was just by looking at it.

"Master Wang, are these all games of Country Y?"

After having poured a glass of water for Qiao Nian, Ye Wangchuan came back. Looking at the pile of gifts on the sofa, he casually glanced at it and found that it was all the same type of game software—gunfight.

A dozen pieces of software were left in a mess on the sofa.