Lu Mian's gaze shifted away from her phone and swept over Shen Yiyao with indifference.
"I don't have time."
She was about to walk away with her phone tucked away.
But Shen Yiyao was neither hurried nor flustered as she called out loudly from behind, "You really have no feelings for Brother Qimo, you don't even dare to accept a contest for him."
"What kind of contest do you have in mind?" Lu Mian turned her head back to look at Shen Yiyao, her eyes and brows cold. It was hard to tell if Shen Yiyao's words had provoked her.
"A drinking contest." Shen Yiyao smiled slightly, "The rules are simple: we take turns stating facts about Brother Qimo that we know, the person who can't respond takes a drink, until one can no longer continue. How about that?"
After Shen Yiyao finished speaking, she leisurely walked up to Lu Mian, "I've known Brother Qimo for more than ten years, no one knows him better than I do! Do you dare to compete? The loser must never bother Brother Qimo again!"
