From the shape of Tang Yan's lips, Wan Fei would have guaranteed ten thousand times over that he had said, "Auntie, congratulations!"
Damn it, I'm only twenty-two this year!
Last time on Cangyun Mountain, I looked a mess, so fine, you called me that. But how do I look like an auntie now?
She forcibly suppressed the urge to fight her lifesaver, shot Tang Yan a fierce glare, and only then returned to Fang City's seats.
Tang Yan clearly read the unspoken "Just you wait" in Wan Fei's eyes.
"Oh? Miss Wan Fei, why the long face when you've won?" Fang Xuan teased as he saw her approach, though a trace of wariness flashed through his eyes.
"Hmph, mind your own business." Still fuming, Wan Fei snapped back.
"Ha! In this Eastern Region Tournament, Fang City can claim three of the top five spots," Cheng Gong said with a laugh.
"The people from Song City thought the same thing earlier. Then they lost," Wan Fei remarked with cool sarcasm.
"Oh? Does Miss Wan Fei think Tang Yan can beat Fang Xuan or me?" Anger began to stir in Cheng Gong's heart.
"There is always someone beyond you, another heaven beyond the sky. Young Master Cheng, you mustn't underestimate your opponents."
So angry that he laughed instead, Cheng Gong rose and said, "I'll go see what number that brat has and try to get a match with him."
Watching Cheng Gong walk away, Wan Fei smiled gleefully at his impending misfortune. "Hmph, still dare to call me auntie? Here comes your retribution."
"Brat, what number are you?"
Tang Yan was talking to Lin Dongxue when a question suddenly sounded beside him. He turned and, finding that the newcomer was Cheng Gong, felt somewhat bewildered.
"I'm asking you a question." Cheng Gong