"……" Mr. Miller fell silent and made no move.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Miss Miller pressed on, not letting up.

"Elder sister, you know I can't beat you..." Mr. Miller wasn't stupid; he knew the gap between himself and Miss Miller.

"As long as you know. Some things are impossible, so why force it? Take it slow—if you work hard, you'll catch up." Miss Miller said earnestly.

"But..." Mr. Miller understood this principle, but he didn't want to disappoint his parents, and he also wanted to prove something to himself.

"I just want to participate in the Longmen Tournament, that's all. I don't insist on winning..." Mr. Miller said slowly. From this, it was clear he knew his limits; at least his goal wasn't completely hopeless.

"If you just want to participate in the Longmen Tournament, then maybe there's still hope. Although, it's still very difficult—even if you work hard, it's still tough! You'll need some tricks..." Miss Miller frowned. She said there was hope, but it was a very slim chance.

Not to mention in Qingyun City—even just among the members of the Mo family, Mr. Miller might not even make it through the selection. Many in the Mo family wanted to join the Longmen Tournament, and every one of them was much stronger than Mr. Miller. The Mo family quota was his first major hurdle.

"Unless a miracle happens, all I can do is work hard. Rather than waiting for a miracle, it's better to put in the effort." Mr. Miller said. His thinking was practical and the most useful.

"A miracle? Didn't you already have one? Wait, Evan!!! No, that must have just been a coincidence..." At this moment, Miss Miller suddenly pictured Evan's face in her mind, because Mr. Miller's miracle had come from Evan, but she quickly dismissed the thought.

A miracle is a miracle; it really doesn't have much to do with Evan. Besides, it already happened once—how could there be a second time!!

Coincidence, it must be a coincidence!

At this moment, Mr. Miller was thinking the same—not just because he himself thought it was a coincidence, but also because of what was happening right now.

"Huh? Who's calling me?"

Evan's head popped out from behind the bookshelf, looking inside with confusion, searching for who was calling him.

"……"

Miss Miller froze for a moment, then went straight over and dragged Evan out.

"Ah, Miss Miller, don't pull me like that, I still have ink and brush in my hands..."

"You little rascal, you're always popping up out of nowhere. When I look for you, I can't find you, but then you show up in the weirdest places." Miss Miller said, exasperated.

This wasn't the first time. Sometimes when Miss Miller couldn't find Evan, she'd call out for him in frustration, and sometimes Evan would come running, reporting to Miss Miller.

The reason she couldn't find Evan was because he could be anywhere in the Mo family estate, and the reason he could suddenly appear was because he really could show up anywhere.

"Because I still have to work, you know." Evan said innocently.

"Enough talk. Do you still have any of that wine you gave me last time?" Miss Miller didn't bother with small talk and got straight to the point about why she was looking for Evan.

That's right—she wasn't looking for Evan to chat or anything; she just wanted a drink.

"All the wine is in the cellar," Evan replied.

"Don't try to fool me! I've spent more time in the wine cellar than in my own room, and none of those are as good as the one you gave me. Tell me, do you still have that wine, and where did you get it?" Miss Miller grabbed Evan's collar and said fiercely, as if she'd make him suffer if she didn't like his answer.

"I'm not fooling you, ma'am... uh, I mean Miss Miller. That wine really is in the cellar. All the wine we brew gets sent to the cellar. Do you think we'd sneak it out to sell?" Evan stammered, because Miss Miller was pulling his collar a bit tight.

"We brew it? You mean the wine you gave me was brewed by us?" Miss Miller was a bit skeptical.

"Yeah!" Evan nodded. "Where else would I get wine? At that time, I happened to be helping out at the winery, so I took some wine. It was supposed to go to the cellar, but you found it and snatched it away..."

"Impossible! The wine we brew ourselves is pretty bad—okay for casual drinking, but not good enough for formal occasions. There's no way it was as good as what I drank." Miss Miller immediately denied Evan's claim. But did Evan have any reason to lie?

"Miss Miller, why would I lie to you? There's nothing in it for me. That wine really was brewed by us. There are still a few jars in the cellar, dated ten days ago. You can go try it yourself!" Evan said, a bit exasperated.

"Fine, I'll go try it. If you're lying to me, I'll skin you alive!" Miss Miller threatened fiercely.

"……" Evan was speechless.

Just like that, Miss Miller disappeared like the wind. After tasting the wine, she immediately realized Evan hadn't lied to her—the wine really was brewed by their own family. The few jars had just been left there carelessly, which proved the point.

If it had been expensive, high-quality wine, it would have been stored in a special place, not just left around like this!!