On a weekend afternoon, Ziyi took Qingqing to the park to play, only to be challenged by a group of kids to a basketball match.
After Mo Ziye refused, one of the boys taunted, "Mo Ziye, are you too scared to compete with us?"
Mo Ziye couldn't be bothered to look at him, and tried to leave with Qingqing, but was blocked, "Aren't you the one who wouldn't let my cousin send Qin Qingqing gifts?"
"Who is your cousin?" Mo Ziye frowned, his handsome face slightly darkening.
"My cousin is that boy who sent Qin Qingqing chocolates last week, named Yang Xiaofeng."
The boy speaking was in sixth grade, Mo Ziye recognized him.
But about his cousin, only after he mentioned it did Mo Ziye remember, and he lazily asked, "Did he complain to you?"
"Mo Ziye, don't look down on people, since you didn't let my cousin give gifts to Qin Qingqing, today you must beat me."
"Why should I agree?" Mo Ziye coldly looked at him.
