Whenever Baili Qi mentioned Baili Mu, he always showed a look of wanting to retreat in tense moments, which once again infuriated Luo Yiyun. Without hesitation, she slapped him again, "Useless! The battle hasn't even started, and you've already weakened your own momentum. Truly useless!"
This slap, Baili Qi accepted willingly, not feeling aggrieved. Because indeed when he heard Baili Mu's name, he backed down.
"Mother," Baili Qi covered his pained face, somewhat sobered up, "To compete with Baili Mu, I really have no confidence. He has achieved such great success in sports over the years, has a very high public reputation, and the media speaks highly of him. There are many voices calling for him to inherit the throne.
Unless he doesn't want to compete with me, as long as he wants to fight, my chances aren't great, especially now with grandfather supporting him. Even though grandfather has retired for so many years, his old connections remain, and his prestige is also very high."
