Ye Jinwen sucked in a breath of cold air.
They'd just met and were already competing in drinking and hand speed—how long had Yun Sang been holding back this fire?
Xiao Qimo, on the other hand, seemed unfazed, his beautiful fingers pulling out of his pocket to gently push up his glasses.
"Okay," he said.
In his other hand, his index and middle fingers were holding a bottle of mineral water, which leisurely swayed with his movements, exuding composure and elegance with a touch of lazy nobility.
He walked over to the sofa, set down the bottle of water, and quietly waited for the battle to begin.
Yun Sang and Ye Jinwen both noticed that ever since Xiao Qimo had come in, he'd been carrying that bottle of water. It wasn't typical for Empire's Mr. Qimo. Could it be that he was having some internal heat problems and needed to drink water all the time?
With that thought, Yun Sang didn't ask any further and started preparing for battle.
