Mr. Hao also had fun playing.
But after all, he's old and couldn't stay awake past 3 a.m.
He begged for mercy, saying they should hang out some other time.
Bao Jingyan pressed his hand gently: "What time is it now? Why is Uncle Hao in such a hurry to meet someone?"
That person shook his head and had no choice but to sit down and continue the game.
At six-thirty in the morning.
Mu Jiu, used to playing, was already finding it hard to keep up.
He looked at Bao Jingyan opposite him.
What a sight, he still looked the same as when he arrived.
Not a hair out of place.
So dashing!
Mu Jiu thought to himself: What kind of abnormal stamina is this?
He couldn't take it anymore, not to mention Mr. Hao.
He admitted defeat.
He said, "Alright Jingyan, I'll leave this person to you for now, but don't make it hard for me."
Bao Jingyan smiled: "Don't worry, Uncle Hao."
Mr. Hao stood up, patted his shoulder: "I have nothing to worry about with you handling matters."
