After the champion's parade ended, Song Zhiyu and his friend Bao Chengxuan, Bao Datong, left the teahouse.
"Aren't you afraid that confronting Fan Qi like that will make him hold a grudge?" Bao Datong asked, looking at him with great interest.
Song Zhiyu looked at him as if he were a fool and said, "These idlers in the capital, have you ever seen me afraid of anyone? And Fan Qi, what's so special about him? He's just strutting around because his grandfather is the Prime Minister."
Bao Datong mumbled, "As if you don't strut around because of your elder brother."
Song Zhiyu chuckled, "Well, that's right. I used to strut around because of my elder brother. Now it's different; I can strut around because of my wife."
Bao Datong: "..."
It felt like this kid was showing off, so annoying.
"Are you serious about this? Are you really happy with this marriage arrangement?"
