Ruanruan spoke with such confidence, her serious little demeanor amusing everyone present.
Shen Yangyu tried to keep a straight face, "Alright, alright, let's just use one hand."
A large and a small palm clasped together, Ruanruan's pretty little face full of serious concentration.
Shen Yangyu thought about going easy on her initially, but as soon as they started, his expression changed, and he got serious too.
Despite how tiny the hand seemed, it felt like it contained an immense strength.
He looked incredulously between his own hand and Ruanruan.
"Ruanruan, you... are you really this strong?"
He felt on the verge of tears, having previously considered letting her win; now, he didn't need to hold back at all—he was worried about being beaten by a six-year-old child and losing face.
Watching Shen Yangyu's fierce expression and his hand starting to tremble slightly, everyone except for Su Yan showed doubtful, shocked, or incredulous expressions.
