Prince NanAn's mouth twitched.
Losing with genuine skills?
This loyal little maid didn't know.
Her young master almost had them streaking down the street on real skills.
Su Jin checked Su Chong's pulse, saying, "No one drugged him."
Su Jin stood up, looking at Xingxing, about to ask about Su Chong's gambling skills.
Su Chong rolled off the small couch with a flip.
Thud.
The sound was particularly loud in the quiet backyard.
Xingxing quickly helped him up.
Su Chong woke up from the fall and said, "My head feels a bit dizzy."
Su Jin looked at him and said, "Brother, you lost on purpose?"
"Hmm," Su Chong nodded decisively.
"Why?" Su Jin asked.
"I don't know either," Su Chong said.
"...."
Su Jin was choked up.
Why did he lose? He doesn't know himself?
"My intuition told me the worse the loss, the better," Su Chong said.
"...."
Chu Shun and the others had scribbled black lines on their faces.
One lost on real skills just now.
Now there's one losing on intuition...
