Four Kings and One Queen 1

I saw Shang’s face blushing, “No… not exactly. I have something to return to you. Come with me.” Then he walked towards the garden.

Ling Yan’s gaze remained fixed on me. He slapped the table without breaking it, “You, despicable and scheming! Not only did you steal the heart of our beautiful and dear baby Shuang, but you’re also stubbornly denying your fault!”

We stared at each other for a long time, then simultaneously slapped the table: “Go die!”

“Unfortunately, the table cracked, and the breakfast was ruined. Old Dad’s mouth gaped open—he had bought this table at a high price. Shang sat leisurely, sipping tea with remarkable endurance.

“What are you looking at? Never seen a beautiful woman before?” I sneered.

“What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome man before?” he retorted.

“Are you still staring? Believe me, I’ll smash you with a brick!” My anger was boiling.

“If you could kill me with your pathetic skills, I’d rather kill myself with tofu!” Ling Yan’s tone was provocative, only fueling my rage. “Come on, fight me! Idiot! Bastard!” I shot back before launching myself toward him.

Crash bang clang—

A fight broke out outside. Old Dad looked distressed, while Ling Shuang paced nervously inside, and Shang continued sipping his tea.

Outside, we fought fiercely. I punched Ling Yan in the face, and he cried, “Hey! Why hit my face? Don’t you know how important it is to me?” “Nonsense!” I slapped him again.

Ling Yan kicked me in the rear. “Damn! You kicked my butt! How am I supposed to sit now?” We continued exchanging blows—he kicked my stomach, I poked his eyes, and he chopped at my head with a knife-hand.

After hours of battling, we were both exhausted, collapsing onto the roof for a saliva war.

I found him annoying, standing akimbo, pulling out a mango, peeling it, and eating while tossing the peel aside.

His eyes went dark, and he rolled off the roof. I laughed, “Oops, cousin, how careless! What if you damaged your brain? Wouldn’t that make you even more stupid?”

Ling Yan was stunned, his leg twitching. I struck a victorious pose, “I, Miss, declare! The battle of Ling Xiaochan vs. Ling Yan is won by Ling Xiaochan! Hahaha!”

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