"I'm your senior." Kong Yu spoke before Qiann Yan could say anything, "We're alumni, hey, are you still playing the claw machine in the future? Call me when you play, okay? I'll cover your bubble tea, snacks, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and midnight snacks."
Gu Jingkui looked alarmed, as Kong Yu's appearance screamed irresponsibility: "Yanyan, who is this?"
"A really trashy claw machine player." Qiann Yan commented.
Kong Yu looked crestfallen.
Indeed, in the presence of a master, he was just a notably trashy claw machine player.
Claw machine?
Gu Jingkui was puzzled, Yanyan still plays this? Then again, Yanyan is just a young girl; playing the claw machine is normal.
Judging by Yanyan's tone, it seems she doesn't fancy this delinquent, Gu Jingkui felt relieved.
