Song Yuanbao stretched his hand over his head, "Why are you hitting me? Before the game started, I told His Highness that I'm forfeiting and not participating in the competition."
Ye Rong turned his head to look at Zhao Xi, "Your Highness, is there such a matter?"
Zhao Xi tried hard to recall, and calmly replied with an "oh", "It was too noisy at the time, I didn't hear it clearly."
Ye Rong gritted his teeth and moved his fist closer, "Still dare to play tricks on me? Damn you!"
In his heart, Song Yuanbao had torn Zhao Xi to pieces a thousand times, suddenly lowered his arm and with a face of determination said, "Go ahead and hit me, anyway, my face isn't worth much."
Seeing that his fist was really about to descend on Song Yuanbao, Ye Ling panicked and hurriedly shouted, "Brother, don't hit him!"
Ye Rong paused, "Ah Yao, why are you taking sides against your own brother?"
