"I'm not shielding this little boy!"
Yichen did not wait for her to finish as he thought that it was pointless. Having no interest in arguing over who had popped more balloons or accumulated more points with the point tokens, he said without a smile, "Enough with the nonsense. Let's have a match. If you win me, this belongs to you. If you lose, I'm taking this away."
His words were clear-cut. He challenged him directly as he intended to resolve this with a competition.
The young man met his cold eyes and, noting his palpably aloof aura, inexplicably felt a little intimidated.
Yichen perceived the man's hesitation. He clearly blurted that out in the spur of the moment, but if the man were to compete with him in skills, it was evident that the man could not be confident in besting him.
In fact, the man did not feel guilty – he simply did not want to compete with a kid.
He would lose face regardless of his victory or loss.
