Huangfu Jue undid the buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, his right hand gripping the polo mallet.
"Playing a game before eating won't be too late."
Gan Tang frowned.
"Ajue!"
"I can wait for you to finish eating before we compete."
Across from him, the little one also spoke up sensibly.
Gazing at his adorable little face, Huangfu Jue turned to look at Gan Yuan, who watched him with concern, and his heart softened for a moment.
"One goal to determine the winner, that should be acceptable, right?"
This statement was surprisingly in the form of a question.
The man who was usually domineering and assertive, never taking no for an answer, since when did he ever ask for others' opinions? It had always been him deciding what to do.
Such a gentle inquiry was truly rare.
"Fine then!" Gan Yuan could only smile and step back, "Just one goal."
"Then I'm serving, Uncle Huangfu, you must be careful," the little one reminded as he gripped the mallet tightly.
