"Go for it! I believe in the old lady's strength!"
Xiang Beifei said leisurely.
"It's 'sister'!" He Qing replied instinctively, annoyed.
"Oh."
Xiang Beifei chuckled carelessly and then strolled down the pavilion leisurely.
"Where are you going?"
"To the restroom."
"..."
He Qing was choked up, feeling quite irritated.
This guy, why is he always so annoying!
Yet, for some reason, she found that when she shifted her attention to Xiang Beifei, her mood improved significantly, and the pressure from Tang Yingxin seemed to fade away considerably.
"Does he believe in my strength?"
Reflecting on Xiang Beifei's nonchalant demeanor, He Qing thought, though this guy was a bit irritating, he wasn't ambiguous in words or actions.
Speaking of which, did he call me "old lady" on purpose to relieve my stress?
...
Xiang Beifei pulled a disguised crane race feather from his ear, clamped it in his mouth, and wandered leisurely among the crowd.
