Bai Xiaohua stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning, her pale face now difficult to look at, like a sky covered in black clouds. Anyone could tell that at this moment, Bai Xiaohua was suffering a great humiliation, not to be trifled with.
Yet, while others dared not provoke her, Fang Yi did.
Fang Yi crossed over the table and came before Bai Xiaohua, speaking indifferently, "Bai Xiaohua, fifty thousand for a poem, I've won."
"I won't accept this!"
Bai Xiaohua ground her teeth and said, "Do you dare to do it again!"
Fang Yi smiled faintly, "I dare, but I'm afraid you can't bear it."
However, the more Fang Yi said so, the more it spurred the fighting spirit within Bai Xiaohua's heart, a mass of frustration coiled up inside her, needing to be vented.
"Who says I can't bear it? With so many here as witnesses, let's go again!" Bai Xiaohua bellowed.
