In Shi Xi's opinion, the conversation between the two of them sounded like that between kindergarten students.
They were so childish that they wanted to tell the teacher.
In any case, a heavier sword wasn't that heavy to Shi Xi.
Ron looked at Shi Xi. "I'm friends with the manager here. You don't have to worry. "
Shi Xi smiled. "Let the girl have her way."
Seeing the doll's flustered and exasperated look, she was really worried that the doll would cry.
"Her name is Mei Yinni," Ron said in a low voice, "She and her brother are frequent visitors of the fencing hall."
"She should have her own sword, but I don't know why she's here to pick."
The doll glared at Shi Xi and immediately took away the heavy sword that Shi Xi had chosen. "I'll choose this one!"
Seeing the doll's actions, Shi Xi didn't mind and chose another one.
In any case, it didn't matter to her which sword she used.
