Zhao Guo'an saw the little girl's appearance and couldn't help but feel a burst of satisfaction. He sneered, "If you're going to be a fan, you should be rational about it. Otherwise, you might end up in tears."
Xiao Feng and the others glanced at him, feeling that Zhao Guo'an's gloating expression was really asking for a beating.
As for the little girl, was she the type to suffer losses?
Sure enough, the little girl wasn't pleased at all. She put her chopsticks on the table, stood up, and rolled up her sleeves, "Come on, let's step outside and exchange a few moves."
"A gentleman uses his words, not his fists," Zhao Guo'an firmly refused. Don't be fooled by the little girl's petite appearance; he couldn't help but feel apprehensive at the thought of a real fight.
