Pei Yunge glanced at Cheng Zihuai carelessly.
Suddenly.
Pei Yunge moved behind Song Yao and wrapped her arms around her waist. Her lazy voice sounded from behind Song Yao. "Sweetie, look at your defeated opponent. Isn't he so concerned?"
Song Yao was speechless.
The rest of the people were speechless.
Cheng Zihuai's expression was livid. "Pei Yunge, you!"
In the next second, Cheng Zihuai laughed coldly. "Pei Yunge, you don't even have the qualifications to compete. How are you qualified to talk to me like this?"
"Is Student Cheng qualified to speak to my friend like this?"
Song Yao's gentle eyes were cold and her pale pink lips were pursed as if she was protecting Pei Yunge.
Then…
Behind her, a certain someone started to smile lazily with his red lips. He said carelessly and deliberately, "Yeah."
Song Yao was speechless.
This annoying fellow behind her might really be the reincarnation of a demon.
