Jiang Xinghai smiled, and there was something intriguing about his expression.
He said nothing, simply watching Zhang Rui in silence.
As he watched, a faint blush crept onto Zhang Rui's cheeks, giving her a unique charm that captivated the onlookers.
"I… I really don't remember."
Zhang Rui said softly. She didn't want to be a maid, but even more, she didn't want to lose the bet in front of so many people.
"Don't remember?" Jiang Xinghai was still smiling, his fiery gaze fixed on Zhang Rui. "How about we have another match, then?"
Zhang Rui felt her cheeks grow hotter and hotter. She began to regret ever making a bet with Jiang Xinghai, but what could she do now?
'Do I really have to fight him again?'
'I really can't afford to lose again.'
Zhang Rui looked toward Zhang Shangfeng, hoping her father would step in and say something.
But Zhang Shangfeng just pressed a hand to his forehead with a wry smile.
