His cursed desire to win.
Ah.
It hurts.
After Chang Ying cried out, he agitated his wound again.
Almost fell down.
Su Yinhe: "..."
"Okay, okay, you're all good. Uh... where to begin?" Su Yinhe looked to Lin Murong, hoping he would take charge.
"Come on, first of all, you two, whoever starts, explain the situation," Lin Murong gestured for them to initiate.
The one who takes the initiative holds the power, after all.
These two kids, don't they understand anything at all?
Prompted by Lin Murong, they caught on and then started competing to speak.
Both of them, rushing to talk.
Speaking so loudly.
Su Yinhe: "..." Goodness, didn't catch a word.
Really impressive.
Even though Su Yinhe couldn't make out a thing, they kept on talking; she didn't know if they were speaking for her to listen or just arguing.
It must have been an argument, because they started quarreling while talking.
It got intense.
Su Yinhe silently began propping her chin and watched them argue.
