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“That’s bold of you. Faye has been trained in Taekwondo since she was young. Are you sure you can win against her?”

Back at the winery, Qi Jun knew that Yun Xiangxiang and Faye had agreed to a duel in two days. He wanted to talk to Yun Xiangxiang, but he turned his incomprehensible gaze to Song Mian.

A person in such a family would not necessarily be a martial arts master, but they must possess self-defense skills and practice such skills to keep themselves fit.

Faye did not plan to step on the journey to be a martial arts master, but this was a compulsory subject to study. No matter how poor Faye was, she still graduated smoothly.

He couldn’t understand why Song Mian didn’t stop Yun Xiangxiang. Does he believe that Yun Xiangxiang would win against her?

“As long as she’s happy.” Song Mian looked at Yun Xiangxiang tenderly. His gaze was as pure as a clear lake, and it was so clear someone could drown in it.

Qi Jun was speechless.

“Every time I see her, she always has a manicure,” said Yun Xiangxiang all of a sudden.

Li Xiangling glanced at her, looked up, and met Qi Jun’s look of expectation. She did not go against her will, “It’s delicious.”

It was delicious indeed. This was the most delicious barbecued meat she had after Song Mian treated them to roast duck.

“Eat more.” Qi Jun cut off the best meat from the lamb leg, placed it on a plate, and handed it to Li Xiangling.

Li Xiangling could not refuse, “Thank you.”

She quickly divided the meat between Song Meng and Yun Xiangxiang before Song Meng could start teasing her to block Song Meng’s mouth.

Qi Jun was a little disappointed at this, but he was not discouraged.

However, the atmosphere was still a bit unpleasant. Song Meng immediately changed the subject and asked Yun Xiangxiang what happened when she went to Faye’s house.

“We didn’t do anything. Uncle Soon was reasoning with Faye’s grandfather, and it was over after a cup of tea.” Yun Xiangxiang answered truthfully.

“What?” This was not what Song Meng expected.

Shouldn’t there have been more to it than that? Shouldn’t it be them showing their cards and using their most intense measure to suppress the opponent?

In fact, Yun Xiangxiang also felt that the process was a little anticlimactic and could only smile at her.

Song Meng ate a piece of roasted meat, rested her chin on the back of her hand, and looked at the sky, “I want to know what reasoning Uncle Song said.”