บท 663: Lifting Young Master's Assault Rifle

Ye Wangchuan never touched offal. When he went to eat mala soup with her previously, he did not add duck's blood into his soup. However, he seemed to have changed his mind. He turned his head towards Gu San calmly and said, "Give me a bowl."

Seeing his determined expression, Gu San couldn't say anything. He silently poured a bowl of soup for him.

At this moment, Qiao Nian's game started. She changed her posture, resting her long legs on the side. She was leaning her elbows on the armrests of the sofa, supporting her chin, and refocusing her attention on her cell phone.

As she entered the game lobby, a team invitation popped up on her screen.

Qiao Nian took a look. The invitation was from [Lifting Young Master's Assault Rifle]. The ID looked familiar. She held her chin and thought for a while before remembering that it was Qin Si's game ID.

She didn't accept the invitation and clicked on the "reject" button.