Sun Yeshu glared at Gu Jiaojiao. "What do you mean by that? Aren't you going to admit defeat?"
"The competition isn't over yet."
"Then why did you just say I was right?"
Gu Jiaojiao nodded. "I did say that. What I meant, though, is that even if we lose and I have to kneel to you, it's still not as disgraceful as your mother running over here, wailing that her son was dead just to extort money from my family. You said it yourself!"
Sun Yeshu trembled with anger. Staring at Gu Jiaojiao's bright, radiant smile, she wished she could march right over and slap her across the face!
'I'm so mad I could die!'
'ARGH!'
The crowd froze for a second before the words sank in. Those who couldn't hold it back let out a "PFFT" of laughter.
"That's right! Earlier, a woman from the Sun family ran over, crying that Leng Yuan had beaten her son to death and demanding money. But her son was right there, fishing away with a completely baffled look on his face. That was hilarious!"
