"You think you've got what it takes to win one?"
At the bustling Night Market, Tang Jing's slightly provocative voice rang out lightly.
Jiang Ning glanced at her. He couldn't be bothered to argue with a little girl and chose to ignore her.
Xue Yuantong, who had been pressed close to Jiang Ning, heard that and tugged him to a different spot as though avoiding bad luck.
She didn't like arguing with people. If things got out of hand, Jiang Ning would definitely be the one stuck dealing with the trouble.
Cui Yu spoke up. "Did you get your mouth blessed by some master?"
When it came to stirring up trouble, Cui Yu had never seen such a talent before. No one had provoked her, yet she kept forcing her presence into everything.
Cui Yu glanced at Cao Kun, thinking that if the guy had brought this girl out and hadn't gotten beaten up, he was lucky.
Cao Kun caught Cui Yu's look. That strange tacit understanding between men let him immediately grasp its meaning.
Cao Kun cursed inwardly. Did he think he wanted to bring her along?
Originally, at the Small Temple Fair today, he had invited Meng Ziyun out to have fun. Maybe he could have taken the relationship to the next level in one go. Yet Tang Jing had popped up again. She was really fucking impossible to shake off! Tang Jing gave a cold laugh. "A man who can't even last a minute still has the nerve to talk?"
She wasn't quiet about it. Several passersby nearby heard her and turned their attention toward them, their gazes moving back and forth with very strange expressions.
Cui Yu looked around. Having his dignity attacked so publicly was something no man could tolerate.
But he wasn't an ordinary