"Everyone has the power to choose, as long as you don't regret this choice in the future, then it's the right one."
At this moment, facing Su Qingdai's self-assured declaration of war, Zhao Rong, caught between the intense gaze of the two women, neither agreed nor disagreed and simply nodded lightly.
"If you want to stay, then stay."
Zhao Rong lowered his eyelids, not looking at their gazes, and turned back to his seat.
He returned the 'stage' to Zhao Qian'er and Su Qingdai.
Qian'er's pretty face held a frosty expression as she silently stepped forward.
Su Qingdai instinctively stepped back at this moment, but quickly seemed to recover and straightened her back, casting a defiant and proud look at Qian'er.
"Ziyu is right beside us. What skill is there in your sneak attack? Release me and let me get dressed, and we can go again, hmph, but it doesn't matter now. I admit my loss tonight, kill or maim, just make it quick."
