The crowd watched the situation on the field take a sudden turn, everyone was dumbfounded, and then they all panicked!
Damn, could there be an unexpected outcome? Could Qin Hao actually win? Wouldn't all the money bet be down the drain?
Ning Yuan's heart was now in his throat, thinking about his bank card, his hands trembled slightly.
Crunch crunch.
Zhao Mengke happily munched on potato chips, her face full of smiles, secretly hiding her merits and fame...
In the most watched spot.
"Are you going to continue showcasing your square dancing, or should I give you a couple of moves?"
Qin Hao looked at Xu Zhiyuan, and said casually, "Or you could just admit defeat, it's not shameful. I think you're much stronger than Cao Yu."
Xu Zhiyuan was stunned and then fell silent. Being acknowledged by Qin Hao, he felt somewhat good.
"At the very least, your square dance was quite energetic. I'm rooting for you." At this moment, Qin Hao added.
Pfft.
