"Beast, why do I feel like there's something malicious behind your smile?" Peng Mengyao looked at Ye Long and asked.
Ye Long cleared his throat and said earnestly, "No way, it's because I'm a real soldier, so I know I'm going to win, and naturally I'm happy!"
"Hmph, and if you can't prove it?" Peng Mengyao snorted softly, equally full of confidence.
Anyway, Peng Mengyao didn't believe for a second that Ye Long was a soldier. If there were soldiers like Ye Long, the army must be out of its mind!
"If I can't prove it, you can do whatever you want!" Ye Long said nonchalantly.
"Alright, remember what you said, don't regret it later. Set a deadline, there must be a deadline for such things!" Peng Mengyao became serious.
"One month. If I don't prove it within one month, consider it my loss. But if I explain clearly and you believe it, then I win. How about that?" Ye Long suggested.
"Fine, no problem!" Peng Mengyao agreed.
