Kapitel 1967: Don't Even Consider, It's Unforgettable (Part Seventy-Three)

Yan Rusheng was speechless.

"Hahaha." Zhou Shuang laughed at his expense. "Yan Rusheng, just you wait. Your darling daughter which you so painstakingly brought up will end up moving into my house one day."

It was simply delightful to see the pretentious one get humiliated.

Yan Rusheng retracted his gaze and turned to her. With a cold smile, he said, "Ha, what 'your house'? You're an intruder yourself."

Zhou Shuang was speechless.

"Both of you, stop quarreling. I've had enough!"

Wen Xuxu spoke up to clear the air.

Then she patted the flour off her hands and stood up. "Aren't we playing mahjong? Hurry up. We need to sleep soon."

"Who's playing?"

"Me."

"Me."

Zhou Shuang and Su Yue raised their hands eagerly, as though they were afraid that they wouldn't get the opportunity to play.

In reality, there were only so few of them. Who was going to snatch their places?