Over there, Qibao snorted in clear dissatisfaction. "That tiny thing counts as a fish? You probably haven't even seen what a real fish looks like."
Su Qingqing didn't care. "Fishing isn't about trash talk. If you've got what it takes, you should reel a few in yourself."
Standing to the side, Huo Sining couldn't help rubbing her forehead, really wanting to tell Su Qingqing to stop provoking the opponent like this, but the girl was dead set on digging her own grave.
Ugh. Huo Sining kept sighing inwardly, muttering in her heart: Girl, you really can't blame me for not helping you. That smug attitude of yours is way over the top; even I'm itching to stomp you a little.
The few of them calmly watched Su Qingqing show off on the side, even deliberately letting her pull up a few fish first with a hint of malicious amusement before they finally got down to business.
"Sister Su, you've caught a few already, you've had your fun. From here on out, it's our show. Just watch."
