If the first firework was a coincidence, a gesture of borrowed glory, then what about the second? And what about the third, which was clearly custom-made?
Involuntarily, all eyes stared at Chen Yang. How on earth did this good-for-nothing manage it?
Those were Four-foot Jade fireworks! One million eight hundred thousand each!
And yet he had set them off one after another as if they were nothing!
Xiang Yang's face turned ashen. His bracelet was indeed dazzling, but a single firework from Chen Yang had completely overshadowed him. The sensational impact and the sheer romanticism of the gesture left him leagues behind. He thought he had victory firmly in his grasp, only to be utterly and unexpectedly defeated.
The expressions on the faces of Mrs. Qin Qiu, Luo Gang, and Xiao Shuo'e shifted dramatically, a marvelous sight to behold. Every word they had said before turned into a harsh slap against their own faces.
