Fu Qixiu's eyes bulged even larger, "Just now, huh!"
Old Master Fu snorted coldly, "What did I just say?"
"You said, as long as you win, I would... shit!"
Fu Qixiu looked incredulously at his own flesh-and-blood grandfather.
A man who had lived half a lifetime, actually deceiving his sister-in-law, a young girl?
Today, he realized what it meant to artfully choose one's words.
Indeed, the grandfather had said 'as long as you win,' but he didn't specify who needed to be beaten.
It was only after the sister-in-law agreed that Chu Xiyao was substituted in, and now it was too late for regrets!
Old Master Fu turned and glanced at Su Ran, "You agreed to it just now, do you acknowledge it or not?"
Su Ran's face remained calm, but Fu Qixiu couldn't manage to stay calm.
Even as the blood grandson of the Old Master, he felt he couldn't lose his sense of justice.
