"Miaomiao, I think we should establish our romantic fate ahead of time," Aunt Liu urged.
Miaomiao also felt it made sense. "Okay, let me get dressed up."
「...」
"I was careless this time," Feng Shanyang said, looking unhappily at Chen Jiuge.
"Mhm," Chen Jiuge nodded.
"Hey, what do you mean by that?" Feng Shanyang felt Chen Jiuge was mocking him.
"Hahaha, Feng Shanyang, are you here to be funny? Complaining because you lost?" A small golden Dragon floated in from outside, laughing derisively.
"Long Xiao, what business is it of yours?" Veins throbbed on Feng Shanyang's forehead.
"It's indeed none of my business. It's just that someone lost, that's all," Long Xiao replied nonchalantly.
"You..."
"Enough. A loss is a loss. If this were a true battle of Fighting Techniques, you'd already be dead," a clear female voice intervened.
Feng Shanyang instantly deflated. "Got it, Sister."
