The result of the arm wrestling contest was ultimately without suspense.
The naive Zuo Ning, like a little white bunny, was no match for her cunning big bad wolf of a brother, Zuo An.
The groomsmen successfully passed the first challenge.
Zuo Ning hung her head dejectedly, her round apple-like face showing a hint of apology. She pursed her pink lips and whispered guiltily, "I'm sorry, Miss Ya, I..."
Just now, Zuo An had deliberately howled in pain, claiming his hand was broken. In a moment of panic, Zuo Ning was caught off guard by Zuo An's sneak attack and lost the first arm wrestling round.
Ya Zhi patted Zuo Ning's little head, comforting her, "It's okay, it's okay. We were just playing around; it wasn't a serious competition. Winning or losing doesn't matter. Besides, if you really managed to beat down all those big men by yourself, Ming Xiaoge might not be able to get married today."
