"I am actually in the mood for some exercise, and your arrival is perfect. Men should solve everything with their fists. Especially in the masculine world, the competition for the right to mate with females should be decided by strength!"
Ye Lu choked on his words, blushing. Shang Jingchen was taken aback. Was this man going crazy?
Full out wrestling was not for children, especially not in front of a crowd.
And what was this nonsense about competing for mating rights? This was a messy confrontation, totally mortifying and utterly disgraceful.
In a panic, she grabbed his hand: "Wait, didn't you see the crowd and the media watching us? How disgraceful it would be to be filmed fighting! Aren't you worried about your reputation?"
Even if they had no shame, she did.
"This isn't a fight, it's a duel!"
"What's the difference?"
