"Ugh!" Chen Feng was at a loss for words.
Chen Feng felt Liu Haoran was just an ingrate. He had just helped him, but now he was competing with him for his girlfriend.
Isn't this just like the modern version of "The Farmer and the Snake"?
However, speechless as he may be,
Chen Feng didn't really take it to heart.
To him, just like to Liu Feifei, Liu Haoran was nothing but a little brat whose hair hadn't fully grown yet.
Noticing Chen Feng's prolonged silence, Liu Haoran raised his eyebrow and arrogantly said, "Why are you silent? Are you afraid?"
Chen Feng gave a faint smile and asked, "I want to know, what do you mean by a fair competition?"
"It's simple," Liu Haoran pointed at Liu Feifei, confident, "we'll have a competition to see who is better. Only the winner deserves to have her!"
After hearing this, Chen Feng shook his head.
Little brats really are just little brats, so juvenile in everything they say and do.
