Because of the establishment of this bet, the entire yard was almost filled with interest, except for Cong Ying, who was unaware that everyone else had already figured everything out, and Lin Jiayou, who hadn't noticed anything at all.
Qhianqhian sighed softly, "May... Nianan bless you."
He Wenyu, however, appeared very excited, tugging at Qhianqhian's sleeve, "But I suddenly thought of something."
"What?" Qhianqhian tilted her head, looking at He Wenyu, her curiosity and inquiry unhidden.
"How do you think we can determine if Brother Jiayou is feeling inferior?" He Wenyu asked puzzledly, "We can't just go and ask him, right? Wouldn't that be like asking for a beating?"
Qhianqhian paused, then nodded repeatedly, that would definitely be asking for a beating, wouldn't it?
He Wenyu's face turned bitter, "This is really giving me a headache..."
