"Buddy, why are you sitting on Yingzi's personal sofa? She loves this little sofa and never lets anyone else touch it. You better get up quickly before you make her angry."

Liao Fan walked over, 'urgently' advising, his voice louder than the sound of Yingzi typing on her keyboard, as if afraid she wouldn't hear.

"What's it to you? Why are you talking so much? Can't you see I'm in the middle of a ranked game? If I lose this round, you'll take the blame, right?" Jiang Siming retorted.

A flash of anger crossed Liao Fan's face, but he persisted, turning to Li Yingzi, "Yingzi, look for yourself. I can't control your classmate. He's not only sitting on your favorite little sofa but lying on it with his shoes on!"