"Mo Xiuchen, when you had amnesia before, I refrained from hitting you because I was afraid Ranran would be heartbroken. If you're looking for a beating now, fine, tomorrow, let's settle it on the school grounds," Zhou Lin spoke, his face suggesting that losing wouldn't leave him feeling dishonored, which challenged Mo Xiuchen.
Without hesitating, he nodded in agreement: "Fine, let's fight. I could use a chance to stretch my muscles anyway."
"Why do you guys act like kids, always ready to fight at the drop of a hat?" Wen Ran furrowed her brows tightly as she looked at them. She didn't know who usually won, but right now, with Mo Xiuchen's arm injured, he definitely couldn't beat her brother, right?
Mo Xiuchen gave Wen Ran a reassuring smile, then slowly remarked, "For the sake of fairness, why don't you injure one of your arms first before we compare?"
"Pfft—"
Wen Ran, who was frowning just a second ago, couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing Mo Xiuchen's words.
