"You're back!" Lin Shihan's eyes swirled, quietly looking at Wang Hao.
Wang Hao nodded slightly, smiling warmly, "Yes, I'm back!"
After pondering for a moment, Lin Shihan's dimples lightly twirled as she spoke, "In a few days, you will go to compete in the Yan Mountain martial arts competition, right?"
Wang Hao replied, "Yes, that's right!"
Lin Shihan lifted her gaze to look at Wang Hao and asked very seriously, "How confident do you feel about facing Dongfang Wuheng?"
Wang Hao thought for a moment, then held up three fingers and said, "Thirty percent, I guess!"
Upon hearing the number "thirty percent," Lin Shihan's brows slightly furrowed, and a complex ripple spread across her clear eyes.
Wang Hao smiled indifferently and said, "Thirty percent is enough. Even if there were only a five percent chance, for you, I would give it my all!"
After hearing Wang Hao's words, a warm current of emotion immediately welled up in Lin Shihan's heart.
