C150 Flowers Are Not Fog Not Fog(2)

Boom!

Right at this moment, Yang Zhihong took another step forward. In an instant, he had crossed several lotus leaves, which made Yang Zirong even more proud. Cai Qingrong was even more anxious and restless. She paced back and forth in the pavilion.

"Haha! Elder Cai, it seems like my son is going to win this round!"

Yang Zirong laughed loudly, totally ignoring Cai Qingrong's cold gaze