At this very moment.
Si Mansion.
Si Moyu was lying in the ward that used to be his bedroom, roaring at his phone screen, "Nalan Ye Jue, you shameless scheming wolf, you ruined my flowers and you still want to steal my thunder?"
He'd sent his men to Qin Xiaoshuang's school to live‑stream Qin Xin's situation for him.
And this is what he saw?
He even saw Nalan Ye Jue and Qin Xin on the starting line, their feet tied together, arms linked, and at the referee's signal, they started a two‑person three‑legged race!
Talk about intimate.
Talk about jealousy‑inducing.
"Idiot, Nalan Ye Jue, do you even know how to race walk?"
"You damn cripple, are your legs prosthetics or what, how can you be that slow!"
"Kao, you're picking up speed? Don't tell me the prosthetics are electric?"
Si Moyu was paying more attention to the race than the referee.
He was so mad he smashed his phone three times during halftime.
