Half an hour later.
Ling Xiao snapped back to reality and couldn't help asking, "You mean Zhao Yiling doesn't know you're a woman, and she's developed a liking for you because of that poem!?"
Le Xuan helplessly nodded, "I think it's probably the case, otherwise why would such a proud woman let a man off after being exposed!?"
"So, tonight's poetry evening is Zhao Yiling's way of testing your genuine talents!?" Xia Weiwei suddenly realized.
Le Xuan's pretty face immediately turned bitter, "You can ask me to handle a gun, no problem, but writing poetry is worse than killing me."
"Hmph, serves you right. That's the consequence of stealing someone else's poetry," Wang Hao snorted, showing no understanding that he too borrowed someone else's poetry.
Le Xuan rolled her eyes, "Don't bother about these trivial matters now. We should focus on how to deal with tonight's poetry evening!?"
