Pei Qinghan tilted his head, "Admit defeat?"
Ning Zihuan spat out a mouthful of blood forcefully, "I don't accept it, let's go again."
Pei Qinghan snorted softly, released his hand, stepped back, and leisurely tidied his collar with an indescribable elegance.
Ning Zihuan got up, patted the dust off his body, and glared fiercely at Pei Qinghan, "Pei, you've improved quite a bit."
Pei Qinghan was too lazy to bother with him, raised his hand to fasten his cufflinks, his eyelashes slightly lowered, his expression indifferent and distant.
Ning Zihuan secretly clenched his teeth, he could never beat Pei Qinghan, it was truly frustrating, a heavy feeling suffocated his chest.
He glanced at Qin Du, who was standing on the side watching the fight, Ning Zihuan squinted, "Your name is Qin Du, right? I heard Yaya mention you."
Yaya, that sounded so cheesy.
