Zhao Rui fought back his discomfort and said, "I'm no match for you. I'm self-aware enough to know that."
"Oh? Is that so? Then what do you mean by this, Brother Rui?"
A cold sneer touched the corners of Miao Miaomiao's lips.
"Let's not be so quick to resort to violence! We're all teammates. I was just trying to have a chat with my junior sister."
"I don't like to chat!"
Miao Miaomiao's eyes narrowed. 'Chat with me?'
'Do you think you're worthy of chatting with me?'
"Since you don't like to chat, Junior Sister, then forget it!"
Seeing her draw closer and closer, Zhao Rui knew that if he stayed any longer, he'd expose his fear. He quickly said his piece, then turned and walked away with a smile.
He made his exit look very calm and composed, as if he were turning away because of Miao Miaomiao's bad attitude.
The True Qi Miao Miaomiao had been gathering, ready to strike, instantly lost its target. She couldn't help but stare at Zhao Rui, stunned.
