Song Xi was taken aback, clearly not expecting Ji Xinhe to suddenly ask him this question.
However, Song Xi quickly regained his composure and replied, "Because we think he'll win."
Xin He chuckled, "Win? Perhaps he never thought about competing."
Song Xi pursed his lips, his agile eyes displaying a rare stubbornness, "He will win!"
Xin He looked at him with interest, as if observing something fascinating.
Feeling somewhat uneasy under Ji Xinhe's gaze, Song Xi composed himself and jumped off the taishi chair, "Well, it's getting late, and I won't stay long. I'll take my leave now."
Xin He smiled, "Alright, Shulan, see our guest out."
"Yes."
It wasn't until Song Xi passed through the gates of Mu Mansion that his heart finally relaxed a little. He breathed a sigh of relief and, for some reason, felt that the woman's gaze seemed to penetrate his heart.
