C412 A Group of Men Grind Their Teeth

Because she wasn't familiar with it, Su Qingchu played very slowly every time.

She only played after thinking hard.

The others were all experienced. They simply couldn't stand such a slow pause.

They kept urging him.

In the end, his temper rose.

"F * ck! Can you be faster?"

Mi Tiantian looked up at Su Qingchu who was meditating and impatiently said.

"You bunch of old men are dawdling