"Hey, old man, feeling pretty smug with that last-minute success, huh? Think you're better than everyone else just because of that last-minute kick?"
Yang Zhen and Zhou Tong glared at each other, eyes wide and small, and after a long stare, Zhou Tong, far from being defeated, blinked smugly at Yang Zhen.
Looks like I've met my match, huh? This old man, willing to throw away everything, even his pride?
But who am I, the Sao Saint? I've never lost a staring contest.
Yang Zhen blinked back at Zhou Tong and said, "Forget it, the little I know from inside my belly, you've seen it all already. I'm afraid I can't be of any help to you. Besides, just let me down here; my wife is waiting for me to come home and feed the baby."
Zhou Tong staggered, grabbing Yang Zhen, nearly falling from midair.
"Wait, what do you mean by this?" Zhou Tong, completely baffled, looked at Yang Zhen and asked, "You're giving up without even asking what I want?"
