Seeing Ma Qizhi's dispirited appearance,
now some of the onlookers felt sympathy, while others took pleasure in his misfortune.
And many more were secretly tearing up the notes they had just taken.
What's there to learn from the experience of a loser?
They certainly didn't want to end up like him, losing so miserably.
Unlike the others who only dared to secretly gloat, Xu Xinling had no such scruples and exclaimed loudly, "Big young master, you won? Did you really win?"
Tang Feng looked at her indifferently, "What's so surprising about that?"
Xu Xinling saw that he was still feigning calmness and slapped him unhappily, "Can't you be less of a tease? Shouldn't you be a little happier after winning the match?"
"I am very happy," he said.
"Are you? Then why don't you have a smiling face?"
"Who said you have to smile when you are happy?"
"How can you prove you're happy without smiling?"
The two bantered like a couple, seemingly forgetting where they were.
