A Head-On Clash

"You are Xiao Tianyang!"

Bibi Dong enunciated Xiao Tianyang's name one word at a time.

Her voice abruptly pulled Xiao Tianyang and Bo Saixi back to reality.

Xiao Tianyang released Bo Saixi, then said seriously, "Big Sister, leave the rest to me."

Bo Saixi asked worriedly, "Can you really handle this?"

What she really meant was that if he could not, the two of them could join forces.

Xiao Tianyang gave a scoffing laugh. "Big Sister, never ask a man whether he can do it."

"Because no matter what you are asking whether he can do, he will give you the same one-word answer: he can!"

Bo Saixi naturally found this line of reasoning ridiculous.

Of course, she did not argue with him.

Though two years had passed, Xiao Tianyang was still as unserious as ever.

Yet there was one thing Bo Saixi could be certain of.

As long as Xiao Tianyang dared to promise something, it was usually no problem.

Besides, even if the two of them were to work together, Bo Saixi herself needed some rest.

At the same time, there was no point in continuing the battles elsewhere.

Because the situation now could only end peacefully or escalate further. There was no third possibility.

Xiao Tianyang turned to face Bibi Dong.

But before he could speak, Bibi Dong gave him a cold look and asked, "How could you still be alive?"

"Thanks to you, I could only hide my identity in recent years. Still, I have lived quite comfortably."

Xiao Tianyang chuckled, appearing utterly carefree, as though he did not care in the least about the grudge between them.

After a moment of silence, Bibi Dong transmitted her voice to him. "For Xiao Xue's sake, leave."

"Leave this place now, and I can pretend none of this