Li Muling snorted, "Your brother is about to lose, you've got nothing left to bet."
"Heh." Zhang Xiaomeng gave a forced, empty laugh.
"If I lose, I'll streak on Qingyang Avenue."
Hearing about streaking, Li Muling was also taken aback, "Wow, wow, wow, to think you'd suggest something so vicious for a bet, don't blame me if you lose."
"As for me, you decide, what do you want me to bet?"
Zhang Xiaomeng whispered a few words into Li Muling's ear, which immediately surprised her; then her pretty face flushed to her ears.
If it weren't for the mask covering her face, she probably would have exposed her true reaction by now.
"Zhang Xiaomeng, you, you, you're just getting greedy."
Zhang Xiaomeng chuckled, "If I lose, I have to streak; it's different for you."
"How about you switch it up too, if you lose, you could also go streaking, right?"
Li Muling instantly gritted her teeth in anger; if she really lost and had to streak, then her reputation would be in tatters.
