Shui Lingling approached Mi Tiangong with a curled lip and raised chin, her arrogance on full display, "I won this competition, didn't I?"
Mi Tiangong's face grew even uglier, and he remained silent.
"What's the matter? The great young master Mi can't accept defeat?" Shui Lingling's expression suddenly darkened.
Grinding his teeth, Mi Tiangong said, "You, a piece of trash, mingling with this bastard here, do you really think I could still marry you? Dream on."
Shui Lingling didn't bother to defend herself, just chuckled lightly, "Oh right, I'm not exactly a proper lady. If I entered the Mi Family, I would definitely bring shame to you all. It's better that we go our separate ways, to everyone's delight."
Mi Tiangong ignored Shui Lingling entirely, his gaze fixed on Su Weifeng, "Kid, you've made a big enemy this time."
"So what? You want to take a swing at me?" Su Weifeng glanced dismissively at Mi Tiangong.
"I..." Mi Tiangong was suddenly at a loss for words.
