"Keep our matters between us, don't drag anyone else into it." Sikong Wang stared coldly at He Qizhi, barely able to contain the murderous intent in his eyes. "Stop embarrassing yourself here. Do you still look like an heir?"
"Fuck you, Sikong Wang, do you think you're stronger than me? A pathetic D-level Beast Master, you think you deserve to be an heir? No matter how I compare to others, being stronger than you is enough!"
He Qizhi spat out a bloody sputum, his eyes laced with malice directed at Qian Qi, and sneered, "If you dare to bet six years of reservation slots with me, I'd respect you as a man. If you don't dare, then get lost, because today I'm going to kill this bastard!"
Qian Qi: ?
Three times was enough, but this is the fourth time you called me a bastard. Do you really have a death wish?
There's a saying that even a clay doll has a temper, let alone someone who genuinely wants to kill her; she didn't want trouble.
