"You really are narcissistic, aren't you?"
Xiao Zheng shook his head.
Honestly, Yun Feiyang's words had truly shocked him—shocked at the fact that there could still be such a narcissistic person in this world.
Looking at Yun Feiyang with eyes reserved for fools, Xiao Zheng said, "Even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe such words. Ha, I'm not going to fight you."
Yun Feiyang's eyebrows twitched, and there was already a hint of anger in his eyes as he said, "Xiao Zheng, don't turn down a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."
Yet, Xiao Zheng merely smiled faintly and said, "I don't want to fight you. Are you planning to force me?"
Yun Feiyang was silent.
Finally, with a smile sharp as a blade on his lips, Yun Feiyang said, "Evil God, you've disappointed me. I never thought you would be such a coward."
Xiao Zheng waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "You say I'm a coward, so I'm a coward. Anyway, I won't fight you."