"This time, even though you've won, I'm not a sore loser, but next time, I swear I won't lose to you again!" Mao Xingcai's face turned crimson, and his beard bristled.
"Sir, you're not exactly young anymore, right? Why act like a hot-blooded youth? That line doesn't suit you. You should be more dignified and virtuous, then silently strive to surpass me." Bai Ruozhu said with a calculating smile, like a fox scheming against someone.
Mao Xingcai's face turned even redder, "I, I don't have that many devious thoughts. What's one is one, and what's two is two. If I want to defeat you, I'll say it outright."
After he spoke, he flung his sleeve and stormed off. Bai Ruozhu watched his retreating figure, thinking that his straightforwardness was better than Wei Pengbo's, but shouldn't the old man have publicly apologized to her?
Her lips curled into a smile. She let it go for now to avoid upsetting the old man, but she planned to remind him later.
