Xie Yu and Feng Fuce locked eyes with cold looks, the tension between them like drawn swords.
Zhi'er saw it and immediately felt a headache coming on.
They came out here to catch an evil ghost, not to argue.
So she simply grabbed one with her left hand and the other with her right and pulled them apart.
"Enough, we'll do it my way: you two launch one, I launch one. If anyone argues again, that person goes home!"
Once she spoke, Feng Fuce and Xie Yu didn't object, though neither of them was willing to yield to the other.
Feng Fuce took the silver wire voluntarily. "I'll handle the line. You hold the kite and run. Once it gets up, you let go."
Xie Yu was displeased. "Look at my skirt—do I look like someone who can run?"
"Then do you know how to launch it?" Feng Fuce looked at him coolly.
Xie Yu was instantly tongue-tied.
If he'd known that one day he'd be stumped by a tiny little kite, he would've played with these damn things properly when he was a kid!
