"You just watch from the side, I'll handle things here." Ling Chen patted her hand and turned to walk towards Jiang Hanlin.
Watching his retreating figure, Nanrong Wanqing gave her own right hand an odd glance. When Ling Chen was holding her hand earlier, she felt as if she had touched something hard.
Ling Chen strode to the center of the area, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Jiang Hanlin, standing tall and straight like a spear, his pupils as dark as ink showing not the slightest fear.
As their eyes met, Ling Chen slightly raised the corners of his mouth, turned his head to Jiang Kun, and asked, "So if I win, I can take someone with me and leave?"
Jiang Kun, as if he had just heard some funny joke, relaxed his eyebrows slightly, his lips curling up in a scornful smile, nodded, and said, "Fine, I promise you, as long as you win, I will not trouble the two of you."
