"So everything is decided by you, and I have no say at all?" Tang Huai chuckled twice and glanced indifferently at Zhang Shiwan.
"Miss Zhang, we never agreed in advance that three rounds would determine the outcome. Tang Huai won against you, and now you want to decide it in three rounds. What if Tang Huai had lost? Would you have given her the chance to decide it in three rounds? Grandpa always praises you in front of me for being so generous and considerate. I think that's just how you act in front of him. Can't even handle this setback? Haven't you heard of the phrase 'you have to accept the loss when you gamble'?" Jing Xuan's eyes were like those of a hawk, coldly sweeping over Zhang Shiwan, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Hearing Jing Xuan's words, Tang Huai secretly delighted in her heart, feeling great to be doted on by Brother Jing Xuan.
