Ning Fan turned to Tang Xinyuan, his lips slightly curving in a smile that was not quite a smile.
This slightly disdainful expression made Tang Xinyuan unable to hold back any longer.
"Fine, continue. I've said that words once spoken, I will never regret. The last round was a draw, this time, if you can win again, my word stands, the Tang Clan's signboard, you can take it," Tang Xinyuan said in a fit of pique.
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan sighed softly. This Tang Xinyuan, easily provoked by his own words, was willing to gamble the Tang Clan's signboard on just a few sentences. Ning Fan couldn't help but worry about the future of the Tang Clan if such a fool could become its future heir.
After Tang Xinyuan finished speaking, he began searching through the crowd again.
Soon, he set his eyes on a woman.
