"How cunning!" Li Meng scolded.
Mo Shengyun rolled her eyes at her. "Dimwit."
Li Meng gritted her teeth. "Who are you scolding?"
Mo Shengyun ignored her and treated her as air. "Go, Brother Xichen!" She cheered.
…
Sure enough, Mu Xichen soon surpassed Mu Donglin by the virtue of consistent speed.
Some people rejoiced while some were disappointed. However, their female fans continued screaming. In their eyes, they did not care who the winner was as long as he was handsome.
Before he reached the finish line, Mu Donglin was already feeling tired. The last lap of the competition was filled with suspense.
"Ah…" Looking at their competition, Lin Kerou suddenly smiled. "How can there be someone like you in this world. You obviously like Mu Xichen, but you claim to love Brother Donglin. You're letting both men down at the same time!"
Li Beinian smiled. "So?"
