Xue An didn't even turn his head, just nodded. "Mm, it is a bit strange."
Right at this moment, no one knew who in the crowd threw a broken brick up onto the stage, directly cutting off Cui Zhenghao's passionate recitation.
"Enough, I'm about to puke from listening. Fight if you're gonna fight, if not then get the hell off!" someone shouted.
"That's right, this is a martial contest for marriage, not a poetry slam!"
"Damn, that was so sour my teeth are falling out!"
Amid the rising shouts, Cui Zhenghao finally snapped out of his self‑indulgent trance, then smiled at Lei Rong.
"Miss Lei, I don't think there's any need to fight this bout at all. Just directly admit defeat, then let's start preparing our wedding. By this time next year you can give me a big fat son—wouldn't that be perfect?"
Lei Rong's face flushed red, and she held it in for a long time before squeezing out two words. "Shameless!"
She felt that wasn't enough, so she added two more.
"Arrogant!"
