Zuo Fenglin was dressed in a gray robe, wearing deerskin boots, with his hands on his hips, bossing around the chubby little girl in front of him.
Song Huaining was no pushover either. She stood with her hands on her hips, her soft, childlike voice firm and commanding. "No way! I already kowtowed when I lost earlier, but when I raced against your sister, you cheated! You ran three laps for her! Why should I kowtow again? I refuse!"
Song Huaining could handle losing fair and square, but she absolutely would not stand for such blatant cheating!
Her forehead already had a red mark from the earlier kowtowing after losing a round.
But this time, she wasn't about to kowtow again!
She didn't lose!
"You clearly lost and just won't admit it. Brother, I want her to kowtow to me too!"
The little girl in the blue dress standing beside Zuo Fenglin whined petulantly.
