Yang Wang conceded defeat so readily, which surprised Yang Ye. His handsome face was full of confusion, "Eh? Third Brother, what are you up to?"
"What are you talking about? It's not about me scheming... it's about Miss Qiao's amazing skill. I admit defeat completely," said Yang Wang.
Yang Ye raised an eyebrow, his scrutinising gaze sweeping up and down Yang Wang, from top to bottom, again and again.
Yang Wang remained unruffled, hands behind his back, allowing the scrutiny.
After a moment, Yang Ye smirked, "Then, Third Brother, you'd better send word to your people. I've been looking forward to that Hot Spring Villa for a while now."
"Okay." Yang Wang immediately called his attendant to send the message to the Capital City.
"Well then, everybody can go now. It's noon already, time for lunch." Yang Ye waved his hand, indicating that the watching students should go do their things.