Jiang Yan laughed, "Hey, big bro, if you'd just said so earlier, wouldn't that have spared everyone's time?"
As he spoke, he pulled out the cup of water from his pocket again.
But just as Shang Shaojing was about to take it, Jiang Yan suddenly withdrew his hand, pulling the cup back, and then tilted his head back, swallowing all the remaining water.
Shang Shaojing's eyes nearly popped out, and anger set him into a fit of violent coughing.
Seeing him like this, the corner of Jiang Yan's mouth spread into an even bigger smirk, and then he grabbed Shang Shaojing's chin, forcing him to look at him.
"Shang Shaojing, we've been in the same class since elementary school, and it's been since childhood that you've been targeting me, always trying to outdo me. I really don't understand—Is being first that important to you?"
"You suppressing me is one thing, but what right do you have to look down on my sister?"
