"I'm not doing it!"
Shen Jiaqi directly refused.
But Zhao Caixia got anxious and said fiercely, "Are you going to do it or not? If not, have your sister come and keep Brother Bei company. If she doesn't come, then just cook for us!"
"It's one of the two, you choose."
"Why should I?"
Shen Jiaqi asked aggrievedly.
"Because we are all Brother Bei's family!"
Zhao Caixia said seriously, "In two days, Brother Bei is going to Bishui Pond to duel with the Iron Fist Ancestor. As members of this big family, even though we can't face Iron Fist Ancestor together with Brother Bei, we shouldn't be holding him back, right?"
"We need to make sure Brother Bei is relaxed both in body and soul!"
"Only then can he face the upcoming battle in the best condition."
"Uh—"
Shen Jiaqi gulped.
To be fair, although Zhao Caixia's words sounded a bit strange, they seemed to make some sense.
It made Shen Jiaqi almost want to nod in agreement.
