An Xiaxia shook her head earnestly and nibbled at her fingers. "I have no hope other than Rong Che oppa."
Sheng Yize swore she would give him a stroke one day.
"You imbecile!"
"You're insulting me again? Sheng Yize, let's duel, man to man! A gentleman prefers death to humiliation!" Rolling up her sleeves, An Xiaxia stepped onto the flower bed where she could take advantage of the height and look down at Sheng Yize.
Sheng Yize smiled mockingly. An Xiaxia might be much higher up now, but that didn't affect his imposing manner in the slightest. Instead, An Xiaxia was the one who shrunk back.
"I see you know your idioms, so don't go blank in the Chinese examination!" Sheng Yize stormed off after that quick remark.
Qi Yanxi watched their interaction, apparently intrigued.
So, he had guessed it correctly. This girl was a special one to Sheng Yize…
