Threatened to Challenge Spade Z

Bo Jiu leaned over. Holding her chin with one hand, a lazy smile was spreading across her face. "With such a good-looking face, it's difficult not to be noticed."

Lin Feng was speechless. "I thought you were looking at the little boy's technique."

"What little boy?" Bo Jiu glanced up, correcting him seriously, "She is a handsome little sister."

Lin Feng's eyes opened wide. "Little sister?" She didn't look like it.

Qin Mo didn't think so. After all, when a certain someone saw a good-looking child, she would treat that child as a girl – and it had been that way ever since she had been young. Hence, her words weren't reliable.

In order to increase the reliability of her words, she added, "If you don't believe me, you can ask her later when she comes over."

"Regardless of her gender, I wouldn't let you bring her home to raise. So…" With that, Qin Mo reached out and pinched her chin lightly. "Look at that result and give your score."