Yao Guang snorted softly. “I thought you didn’t want to bet?”
Jiang Chen burst into laughter. Women can be awfully petty sometimes. His life experience across two lifetimes helped him keep his cool.
Holy Girl Yao Guang was sulking rather than being malicious. Both holy girls were much more forthright than the Poison Consort had ever been, and understandably so. Their temperaments had kept them on the straight and narrow for the most part.
Si Tong smiled a little. “Sister Yao Guang, what subject would you like to bet on?”
Yao Guang raised the instrument in her hand. “The zither.”
“I know a bit about music.” Jiang Chen laughed....