At noon, in a private room on the third floor of Yi Pin Xuan Pavilion.
After everyone clinked glasses, Wen Ziyang still wouldn't give up and asked, "Cousin, cousin-in-law, when are you two going to have another match?"
"Got addicted to watching us?" Mo Ziye asked coolly in return.
Wen Ziyang chuckled. "Cousin, your fight was too awesome, we all haven't had our fill yet."
"When you get married, I'll have a match with you," Mo Ziye said unhurriedly, a foxy smile flashing in his eyes.
Wen Ziyang choked on his drink and started coughing hard. Gu Zinan, sitting beside him, couldn't bear it and reached out to pat his back. "Poor kid, how scared are you? Cousin's just teasing you, he's not actually going to beat you into a pig's head on your wedding night."
"Screw you, who are you calling a poor kid?"
Wen Ziyang angrily swatted Gu Zinan's hand away.
