Xu Qiaoqiao curiously looked at her. Leng Tong was standing there, looking indifferent to everything. For some reason, however, Xu Qiaoqiao could distinctly feel that her stare was not as cold as usual.
Just as she was about to observe closely, Leng Tong seemed to sense her gaze. Suddenly, she hid all her emotions and reverted back to her usual icy demeanor, giving Xu Qiaoqiao a glance.
Xu Qiaoqiao immediately straightened her body, not daring to make a move.
She coughed and then heard Ning Xie cursing, "Damn!".
Xu Qiaoqiao: ...
She curiously looked at the scene, and saw Ning Xie's face turning ashen as he looked at his piece of paper.
Fourth Brother asked on the side, "What's the matter? What is it? Spit it out!"
Ning Xie pulled a bitter face, lifted his head, and looked at Leng Tong.
After swallowing hard, he finally spoke, "Well… the rule is… we have a fight. The winner can make a demand of the loser."
