Zhou Gu had never lost a horse race. He had even competed in races whilst simultaneously engaging in a duel, trotting towards the finish line whilst trading blows. He invariably emerged as the victor.
He never considered employing underhanded tactics when racing against Su Rong, a girl. Nor did he imagine that she would resort to tricks.
He felt he had underestimated Su Rong, which led to his first-ever loss in a horse race.
He wound the silk ribbon around his wrist, sneering coldly as he watched her stumble for words, "I'm not giving this back to you. It'll serve as evidence. If our grandfather asks, I'll say, 'Such a cunning little girl, I dare not marry her'."
Su Rong: "..."
She made a mistake! She shouldn't have been mischievous, shouldn't have used tricks, and shouldn't have plotted to see his reaction after losing.
She wore a pathetic expression, her gaze on him pleading, "Um, Zhou Gu, big brother Zhou, I was wrong."