Looking toward the center, Ling Xi's voice was leisurely, neither hurried nor slow.
"Perhaps you're right," Hua Jinghao said with a light smile, looking at the poised Han Xiaoxu in the center of the arena, "But it seems he really does care about your opinions and perspective!" It had been so long since he had seen Han Xiaoxu take something so seriously; he couldn't even remember how much time had passed.
"I suppose that might be an honor for me." Her indifferent lips curved slightly, a smile in Ling Xi's phoenix eyes. In fact, she didn't dislike Han Xiaoxu, otherwise, she wouldn't have let him get so close to her.
"Actually, it is our honor." His words were laden with boundless implications.
But Ling Xi didn't ponder it further, instead beginning to watch the confrontation before her intently.
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Standing in the center of the field, Han Xiaoxu took off his jacket for the first time, revealing the short sleeve underneath and his muscular physique.
