"Zhang Xiaohao, I know you've trained, and I know your kung fu is impressive! But I, Cheng Tianxue, won't be coerced! Others may fear you, but I certainly don't! I'll ask you one last time, are you leaving or not?" Cheng Tianxue said coldly.
"Xue'er, don't make me bring out the big guns!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"That's exactly what I'm doing, daring you to bring out the big guns!" Cheng Tianxue taunted.
"Old man, Xue'er is plotting to murder her own husband!" Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohao yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Shut up! If you keep yelling, I'm going to take you on," Cheng Tianxue said.
"So, do you still want me to leave or not?" Zhang Xiaohao said smugly.
"Hmph! You can stay, but we need to set some rules. If you dare not agree, even if you call your grandpa, I'll still take you on," Cheng Tianxue said coldly.
"Let's hear them," Zhang Xiaohao said smugly, sitting on the plush Simmons bed.
