"You! What's the matter? Don't have the guts to compete with me? Afraid you'll lose face if we continue?"
"Afraid that relying on luck will be exposed?" Li Zhirong said all sorts of unpleasant things.
He tried to provoke Chen Wei with reverse psychology.
Little did he know, when it came to the art of reverse psychology, native of Great Xia, Chen Wei could teach South Korean, Li Zhirong, a thing or two—as if he were his ancestor!
In saying that, he was almost giving him too much credit.
"Li Zhirong, can you stop being so unreasonable and pestering? You lost, you lost. What's all this about luck?" the girl couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to say.
Seeing that Li Zhirong was still refusing to admit defeat with stubbornness, even at this point.
The girl felt ashamed to be in a relationship with him.
"What's it to you? Shut up!" Li Zhirong angrily retorted.
He was still fuming.