As Fang Zheng spoke, everyone immediately turned their eyes toward Fan Qinghui, who was seated on the platform. Many had refrained from staring out of politeness before, but now, using Fang Zheng's words as an excuse, they took the opportunity to feast their eyes on the Jade Wall Fairy.
Yet some of the more perceptive people secretly frowned, because they could hear that Fang Zheng's tone was icy, completely devoid of goodwill.
That was strange. Could it be that the Jade Faced Gentleman and the Jade Wall Fairy had some sort of grudge?
Under everyone's gaze, Fan Qinghui hesitated for a moment before rising and giving him a deep bow.
"My apologies, Young Master Fang. Qing Hui does not understand what you mean."
"Not surprising. Isn't playing innocent what you people love most?... Fine, it doesn't really matter."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng's eyes shifted, as if he had thought of something interesting.
"All right, then. Are you coming down to play with me or not?"
The moment those words came out, the crowd erupted. Anyone could hear that Fang Zheng was not being arrogant—he was openly humiliating her. Giving her a hundred moves was no different from refusing to fight back at all.
"This..."
Fan Qinghui fell silent for a moment, then decided to back down completely.
"Qing Hui is no match for Young Master Fang, so..."
"Really? Are you sure? Don't regret it later."
Fang Zheng smiled as he stared at Fan Qinghui. For some reason, the instant she heard those words, her heart suddenly skipped a beat, as if she had sensed some ominous premonition. Still, after thinking it over, she lowered her head.
"Please do not mock Qing Hui, Young Master Fang."
"All right."
Faced with Fan Qinghui's answer, Fang Zheng shrugged.
"This is your choice.