C116 Old Mischief

Sweeping Cang Mo's gaze, Weng Zhiwen thought to himself: This naughty old man finally opened his mouth.

He didn't need to worry about the rest. If they didn't fight, the outcome would be decided.

All he needed to do was to lean the scales towards the victor.

He also believed that Cang Mo would not lose. This old mischievous brat, no one dared to look down on him