His deep voice traveled into her ears, and Lu Fengxuan paused her steps for a moment, before speeding up to catch up with him.
She walked beside him and deliberately said, "You won, but sixth brother and seventh brother lost, you've caused them to lose face. Aren't you afraid they'll hold a grudge?"
Yu Chiyin glanced down at her, "If they can't even take this much, then there's no need for them to disgrace the 'Yan' surname."
"Moreover, since I dared to win, I can certainly handle such a trivial matter. If your little brain has too much space, you might as well think more about me, and I will be happier."
Lu Fengxuan truly adored his confident demeanor; like a triumphant horse galloping with the spring breeze, he was always so dazzling.
Hearing the latter part of his speech, she smiled with a curl of her lips, but deliberately said:
"Who's thinking about you? I certainly am not."
He is right by her side, just a glance up to see him; she didn't need to think about him at all.
