Two men, one provoking, the other spouting madness, needle against wheat awn, a duel had become unavoidable.
Yan Haiqing was only too happy to see this unfold, he was curious to see just how long Huiru's fake boyfriend could keep up the act.
"Since Yang Fan has agreed to a little competition, then you two should duke it out on the arena, how about that?"
"I didn't..."
Before Huang Zheng could get two words out, Yang Fan stood up from his chair: "No need to waste time, let's do this." Without looking back, Yang Fan headed for the arena.
Damn.
Yang Huiru was stunned, failing to hold him back; she had thought maybe she could confess to Yan Haiqing and resolve the matter, thus avoiding the competition altogether, but who would have expected Yang Fan to be as stubborn as a mule, impossible to pull back, leaving her no chance to even speak.
Arrogant, way too arrogant.
