From the embarrassed expression on Li Yuanhao's face, it wasn't hard to tell that this girl was probably the same fan who had wanted Li Ang's autograph earlier—his own sister.
"Hey, don't you think my husband looks even handsomer than before?"
Li Yuanya was trembling with excitement as she tugged on the arm of the woman beside her and kept shaking it, all the while asking the question with her gaze fixed on Li Ang.
"Yes, yes, yes, your husband is the handsomest, but this is a martial arts exchange. Just being handsome isn't enough—he has to be able to fight. I don't believe he can beat your brother."
As soon as Li Yuanhao was mentioned, the woman's cheeks flushed with a peachy color, clearly the two were of the same kind; otherwise, they wouldn't be best friends.
Li Ang was actually a bit dazed. How did he suddenly have such enthusiastic fans just after one fight? Then, seeing Li Yuanhao's reaction, he guessed the identity of this fervent female fan.
