She slowly made her way to the sofa and it wasn't until she placed her milk tea on the table that the boy playing the game showed any reaction, a testament to his engrossment.
Just as Qiao Jing was about to leave, she suddenly heard a furious voice at her ear.
"Damn it! Why can't I cut to the marksman? The support is practically glued to the marksman; I don't have a chance to strike!"
After hearing this, Qiao Jing paused mid-step and casually glanced at the boy's mobile screen, spotted the flaw, and suggested:
"If you go through the grass on the left, the enemy will lose sight of you."
The boy's gaming hands hesitated for a moment, and without lifting his head, he said in a bad tone:
"Who are you, giving me random advice?"
Although he spoke dismissively, after hearing Qiao Jing's words, he took note and maneuvered his character through the left grass, successfully getting behind the enemy marksman.
