460, Li Chengyun, I am 2_1 weeks pregnant.

Lang Qingge chuckled, his smile not reaching his eyes, wearing an expression of disdain: "I don't even have a door."

"As long as you have a window, that's fine!" Yu Jingrong winked at him mischievously.

Looking over at Chard and Shi Yihan, standing at right angles, Yu Jingrong knew this formality meant the duel was over, but who won and who lost? There was no clear winner or loser; they probably didn't want to fight to the bitter end. It was apparent they weren't going all out during the duel, just sparring for fun.

If anyone actually lost this time, it would be Lang Qingge, who had been so eager to see the two duel over Yu Jingrong that he could cause quite a fuss.

Lang Qingge understood too. Chard merely wanted to score a verbal win. He wasn't interested in Yu Jingrong at all. If he were, he probably wouldn't even have said anything. Likely, Li Chengyun also realized this, or their kendo duel wouldn't have been so casual.