"Alright then..." Seeing the man's resolute attitude, Jiang Lin had no choice but to agree.
So she sat back down in her original seat.
Xiaocheng cleared his throat and shouted again: "3! 2! 1!"
At this moment, the tables turned unexpectedly, Jiang Lin was the rock, and Fu Sitian took the form of the paper.
"It's my turn now." Fu Sitian's eyes twinkled with a faint smile, and his deep gaze seemed to hint at something.
Jiang Lin smelled the hidden depth in Fu Sitian's words.
So she straightened her back and said, "Go ahead and ask, there's nothing I can't say."
"I choose 'dare'."
Jiang Lin was taken aback, what caught her eye was Fu Sitian's cunning smile.
"You did that on purpose!" Jiang Lin said, annoyed as she held her forehead.
