Their gazes shifted over and Ming Ansheng only noticed Su Yue. He walked over and asked, “We will play mahjong. Do you want to join?”

 Su Yue became excited. “Sure, I’m feeling bored.”

 Then she turned to Xuxu and Zhou Shuang, awaiting their replies.

Of course, Zhou Shuang wouldn’t reject such an opportunity. She rolled up her sleeves and said, “Let’s raise the stakes today.”

“How high?” Yan Rusheng raised his eyebrows at her. “The Lu’s family mansion as the stake?”

 Zhou Shuang rolled her eyes at him. “Scram.”

 Then she walked to Lu Yinan and held his elbow.

Young Master Lu felt his heart calming down, as though he had just gotten a tranquilizer.

He relaxed and tightened his grip on her arm, afraid that she would leave him.

“We’ve already agreed. We’re playing truth or dare. The winner can ask the other players a question. The losers can choose to drink instead of answering.”

 Yan Rusheng said. He smiled as his gaze swept over the entire congregation.

As though he would definitely win.

Zhou Shuang smirked. “Ha. Then we might as well play truth or dare by itself. Why play mahjong? It’s a waste of brain cells.”

 She had no problem with playing truth or dare.

Yan Rusheng looked at her in disdain. “You have no standards at all.”

 Zhou Shuang’s tongue has always been vicious, especially when it came to Yan Rusheng. She asked, “Will you feel terrible if you don’t act pretentious for just one day?”

 It exasperated Xuxu. “Here they go again.”

 The two would always end up squabbling over a small matter.

Annoying!

 Yan Rusheng was about to bite back when Lu Yinan interrupted. “Don’t quarrel here. Let’s head upstairs. Let’s play mahjong as Third Yan suggested. Tonight, I’ll make sure he admits the color of his wife’s lingerie.”

 Then he held Zhou Shuang shoulder and tilted his chin up at Yan Rusheng. His stance was clear: He was on his wife’s side.

‘Slap!’

 But before he could finish his sentence, he felt a slap on his head. Zhou Shuang glared at him. “What’s wrong with you? What are you saying?”

 Lu Yinan realized that he had gone overboard. He chuckled and explained, “I was joking.”

 Of course, he was joking. Unless he really wanted to know the color of Wen Xuxu’s lingerie?

 She’d beat him to a pulp!

 Zhou Shuang frowned. “You joke about everything.”

 Now that Zhou Shuang was pacified, Young Master Lu felt at ease. All of them stood at the corridor, unmoving.

He rushed. “Let’s go. Stop standing here. We should play while it’s early. I don’t want to play when it’s late.”

 He said as he dragged Jiang Zhuoheng before glancing at Yan Rusheng.

When he saw Yan Rusheng’s expression, he was startled. After he had calmed his racing heart, he frowned. “Why’s your expression so dark?”

 Yan Rusheng gritted his teeth. He enunciated every word as he replied, “I want to f*ck you over.”

 This fellow was tired of living. How dare he joked about his Xuxu!

 What did he say? He asked what the color of his wife’s lingerie was?