Luo Qianqian looked at Wang Mazi, her lips curving slightly as she said in a clear voice, "'A simple robe, white hair, laughing at the spring breeze, Cuckoo's call during a rainy, smoky day.' Quite an elegant mood indeed. I am Luo Shiqi, nice to meet you."
Luo Yanhai was directly taken aback by Luo Qianqian's words. Has this child forgotten what kind of occasion it is now? They're actually here making friends during the competition? Is this for real?
Wang Mazi also stared blankly at Luo Qianqian. Who knew his name could have such an interpretation? Wasn't it because his dad was Mazi, that he got this name? Instantly, his impression of this seemingly well-behaved little girl improved drastically.
Wang Mazi's fellow disciples were also quite surprised. Nobody expected that when they first heard the name, they laughed out loud, because the name really is especially amusing. They were later totally shocked by this little junior's skills, making them not dare to laugh again.
