Lang Ying thought that by saying this, a child of a few years old would definitely show fear.
But he was disappointed.
Xiaoyi's reaction was strikingly calm, far exceeding the normal reaction of an average child, which Lang Ying found unbelievable.
"Oh, Uncle Lang Ying, you have to try your best!" Xiaoyi said earnestly, clenching his little fist to "cheer" for him.
Lang Ying was very angry, was this kid sure he was going to lose to Nan Ke?
"Alright, you watch closely, and see for yourself how I beat Nan Ke!" Lang Ying declared.
Xiaoyi wanted to say something else, but was stopped by a look from Lu Fengxuan.
After so many years of dealing with him, she knew all too well that Lang Ying was irritable and narrow-minded, holding grudges; provoking him now was not going to do any good for her and her son.
"Lang Ying, the same old rules as before?" Lu Fengxuan started, "If you are ready, then let's begin."
