But I didn’t expect that Fang Xiaole seemed to have just arrived, and he was panting and looked much more tired than me.
Lin Duanzheng was a little confused. Could it be that this brat was really only slightly ahead of him? Then why hadn't he even seen his taillights just now?
Is this guy trying to flatter me?
However, Lin Yao's words immediately dispelled his doubts. His daughter never lied. Even she said that Fang Xiaole looked very embarrassed, and said that she looked much more relaxed than this brat.
That’s right, I just lost narrowly!
And I was intentionally letting him have the advantage. Otherwise, if I had put in a little more effort, this guy might not even be able to outrun me!
I told you, I do morning exercises every day, how could my physical strength be worse than that of a pretty boy?
Forget it, seeing that this guy is so tired, let him go for now.
The arrogant old professor felt relieved and walked to the living room proudly, and said to the other party:
"Young people really need to train harder. You almost couldn't even outrun an old man like me who didn't try his best."
Fang Xiaole nodded, looking very ashamed: "Uncle let me go, thank you uncle."
"Yeah." Lin Duanzheng nodded with satisfaction. Seeing that Lin Yao was still wiping the sweat off Fang Xiaole's neck, he coughed again, indicating that he was sweating a lot too.
Lin Yao opened her beautiful peach blossom eyes and looked at her father: "Dad, what about the bet between you and Fang Xiaole..."
Lin Duanzheng took a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand. The other party said with a smile:
"Since you narrowly won, I'll keep my word and agree to participate in your show. As for the matter between you and my daughter, we'll see how you perform."
Fang Xiaole quickly stood up, bowed to Lin Duanzheng, and said sincerely:
"Thank you, uncle. I will definitely not let you down."
Lin Duanzheng nodded lightly, feeling that the sweat on his forehead was about to turn into rain, and couldn't help but look at his daughter.
You've served that brat for so long, isn't it time to wipe the sweat off your dad's face?
"Thank you, Dad... Oh, you've sweated a lot too." Lin Yao finally noticed that Lin Duanzheng was also sweating profusely. She hurried into the bathroom and quickly wrung out a hot towel.
Lin Duanzheng closed his eyes with satisfaction, ready to enjoy his daughter's service.
"Dad, here."
However, Lin Yao simply handed the hot towel in her hand to Lin Duanzheng, indicating that he should wipe it himself.
Lin Duanzheng: “?”
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