Zhang Xiaohu didn't insist on them staying, so everyone said their farewells and left.
After Chang Ge and Chen Chen left, Zhang Xiaohu turned his gaze back and slapped Zhang Xiaohua's shoulder with a smile. "You cheeky boy, you tricked me yesterday."
Zhang Xiaohua was stunned. He touched the shoulder that Zhang Xiaohu had slapped and pretended to be in pain, grinning and saying, "Second Brother, how did I deceive you yesterday?"
Zhang Xiaohu laughed heartily, "Yesterday, you clearly didn't lose a single match, so why did you tell me that you lost? I spent so much time comforting you yesterday and didn't even mention the competition. If I had known you were so strong and could have three consecutive draws against our Piaomiao Sect disciples, I would have bet big on you yesterday."
Zhang Xiaohua also grinned, "I didn't say I lost. I just said I didn't win. But not winning doesn't necessarily mean losing. A draw is also not winning, right?"
