C73 The Beginning of the Martial Arts Competition

"Is that how it's supposed to be? Why, is there a problem?"

Yang Ruobing pouted stubbornly, refusing to back down.

"Hehe, no problem at all. Aotian, aren't you going to eat? You're hungry, right?"

Aotian, standing nearby, reluctantly headed to the kitchen, wondering to himself, "Why is she suddenly so nice tonight?"

"Loong Aotian, come on out!"

Aotian