"The first move." The little stoic deadpanned with a cold face.
Old Master Duan's eyelid jerked, and he pretended to be indifferent as he asked Duan Yue who was sitting beside him, "Little Fourth, based on your understanding of the little lady, she doesn't surely mean for Little Fifth to yield her three moves, right!"
Wasn't it ridiculous to yield three moves! Even if he didn't yield any moves, he might not have been able to defeat the little lady either, yet he up and yielded three. The old sir truly couldn't look straight at his idiotic grandson anymore.
"Of course she means it." Otherwise, why would Qiaoqiao be counting off her moves?
Upon observing closely, Duan Yue this guy was in total schadenfreude, yet he still put on an act as he consoled the old sir, "Grandpa, don't be anxious. After carrying Little Fifth back, the worst thing that could happen is that he'll be two sizes bigger."
