Luo Mingchuan wore a smug smile.
Truth be told, he was still somewhat dissatisfied in his heart; Xia Xiyan actually dared to disobey his orders and drank that bottle of water herself!
But it didn't matter—although he didn't manage to humiliate Ou Jue in the end, at least, he had won this match.
It counted as cutting down Ou Jue's arrogance a notch!
"Huh? Are you serious? Xia Xiyan is chasing after you?"
"Do I need to lie about that?" Luo Mingchuan straightened his chest. "It's just unfortunate... she's way too ugly! I don't care for her at all!"
As soon as he said this, the crowd sensed a strange pressure in the air.
"Why does it suddenly feel so cold?"
Someone hugged their arms and turned their head, only to meet Ou Jue's sharp and strikingly handsome face.
Good heavens, it was Young Master Ou!
Ou Jue dropped the shopping bags in his hand with a dramatic toss and strode forward, grabbing Luo Mingchuan by the collar before delivering a punch!
"Ah—" Luo Mingchuan screamed.
