Since the system had already spoken, Ye Weiming didn't waste another moment. He left Blacksmith Qian with a brisk view of his departing back, invited March over and found a quiet corner for both of them to sit down.
Having just won, March naturally couldn't help but show off to Ye Weiming. Feeling ecstatic himself, Ye Weiming lavishly bestowed his praises.
In his view, praising March's martial arts was a pretty relaxing thing to do. At least he could speak with some degree of expertise, unlike responding to questions like "Do I look nice with this hairpin?" which had infinite layers of complexity compared to the former.
As a response to whether someone looks nice usually incurs follow-up questions that are just as troublesome.
What part of me looks stunning?
Ye Weiming thought, "How the hell am I supposed to know? I can only see what's good or bad about your attributes!"
Would anyone dare to claim otherwise?
Please!
Is this how people ask for favors?
