"Ninth Uncle, this way please."
Little brat, still thinking of climbing up the ladder, huh? If I don't beat you till your teeth are scattered all over the ground, I'm not Mr. Jiu!
Half an hour later…
Qin Miaomiao, who was originally standing, had now taken a seat in the chair, pulling Little Second to sit beside her as well. She grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and started munching while chatting:
"Little Second, tell me, they've been fighting for over half an hour already, haven't they? And still no winner?"
Little Second grabbed a handful too, striking a pose like a strategist commanding troops:
"If you ask me, it must be Young Master Lu. Look at that sweeping kick of his—so clean and sharp."
"But Ninth Uncle's moves are just as slick."
Ninth Uncle, currently sparring with Lu Qing, curled the corners of his lips. Mm, Little Jin'er has good eyes; clearly, he was gaining the upper hand.
Then Qin Miaomiao said another sentence:
