In just two minutes, the screams of Huang Mao and the others were intertwined with Ye Qingyu's constant cheers due to the upgrade.
When the word "win" in English for victory popped up on the game console, Huang Mao's group had been beaten to the ground by Ye Xuanye and could not get up.
"Haha... Xiaoyu, I won." Ye Qingyu reached out and patted the game console, laughing proudly.
"Your eldest brother also won." The corner of Xiaoyu's mouth twitched. She looked at the man who had arranged his slightly messy clothes and came with steady steps. She backed away a little scared. She was really afraid that his fist would hit him.
