A cold scoff cut through the air, brimming with arrogance and disdain.
Yang Jihua flared her nostrils and snorted heavily, turning her head away. She would not spare Zhou Duoduo even half a word, while shameless thoughts churned in her heart:
You want me to honor the bet?
Not a chance!
Let's see what a little brat like you can do to me!
At worst, I'll throw a tantrum and roll around on the ground, shamelessly denying everything to the bitter end. With all these people watching, they can't actually skin me and rip out my tendons. I'll find a way to muddle through!
Yet for all her calculations, she had overlooked Zhou Duoduo's temperament-this girl never let anyone off when she had right on her side. How could she let Yang Jihua play deaf and dumb and muddle through?
A cold, mocking smile curled Zhou Duoduo's lips. She pointed a slender finger straight at Yang Jihua, her clear voice ringing like pearls falling onto a jade tray. Every word carried across the gathering, reaching the surrounding spectators with perfect clarity:
"Yang Jihua, stop playing the fool and pretending you don't understand human speech. Do you think keeping your mouth shut will get you out of our bet?
"Today, I'll lay it all out again, with every Heavenly Prodigy here and the people from the City Lord's Residence as witnesses-
"We agreed to a life-and-death contest, expressly stipulating that the loser would pay one hundred million high-grade spirit stones, three Third-Grade Saint Artifacts, and three bottles of Third-Grade Saint Pills.
"Moreover, you must kneel and kowtow in apology before everyone here, respectfully address me as your grandaunt, and take a detour whenever you see me afterward. You are never to approach me and provoke me again!"
As her words