At that thought, Lia knitted her brows, caught Miaomiao by the wrist, and lowered her voice to plead with her.
"Miaomiao, let's not play him. Losing one round is nothing, but if you get hurt..."
"What? Are you scared?"
John held his custom-made tennis racket in his right hand, tapping it gently against his left, each tap like a footstep pressing down on someone's heart.
With John and his lackeys deliberately drawing attention to the incident, quite a few students had noticed the commotion and gathered around.
Seeing the two girls whispering only made him smugger. He raised his voice impatiently. "Too scared to get on the court? Do people from the Wayne Family only know how to hide behind others?"
"Miaomiao!"
Lia grew even more anxious as the crowd gathered, afraid Miaomiao would impulsively agree because so many people were watching.
"It's okay, Lia." Miaomiao patted her hand. "When the ball comes, I'll dodge."
"How can you dodge something that fast?" Lia followed behind Miaomiao, fretting under her breath. "If it were badminton or table tennis, I wouldn't say anything, but tennis..."
Seeing that Miaomiao had already walked up to John, Lia could only swallow the rest of her objections.
Persuading her friend to give up in private was for her own good, but she couldn't undermine Miaomiao in front of the person provoking her.
"Made up your mind?" John smiled brightly. "The Wayne Family's adopted daughter."
Miaomiao paid no attention to the words he had deliberately stressed. How everyone at Wayne Manor treated her was not something a stranger's careless judgment could define.
"I accept."
Hearing that, John was actually a little surprised.
He had seen Lia repeatedly trying to persuade Miaomiao. Though her voice had been too quiet for him to hear the details, he could guess