Hearing this, Zhong Yongxi said coldly with a stern face, "Shen Qiang, don't put on an act like you can win easily. If you have the ability, then show it. If you lose, I, Zhong Yongxi, will kneel down and sing 'Conquer' for you without a second word. But I'm afraid that you, Mr. Shen, don't have the skill."
Shen Qiang frowned and said, "How about your medical clinic sends someone more formidable instead? It's like picking toe lint to beat Zhong Yongxi—it isn't much of an achievement to win over him."
Upon hearing this, the people gathered around started to snicker.
"This kid really is like a clay pot cooking a duck—tough on the outside but tender within."
"It's quite laughable, for Zhong Yongxi's standard among the young generation of major medical families within the province, is definitely first-class. This Shen Qiang, I bet he knows he can't win and is just looking for excuses."
"Hmm, it must be so."
In the midst of everyone's chuckles,
