"Are you... arguing?"
"No. We just had a casual sparring session."
"..."
Zhan Hanjue's lips twitched violently as he thought to himself, "This is hardly a casual sparring match."
Qin Beiming, who was completely overwhelmed by his strength when they fought a few days ago, is now being beaten by a little girl.
I wonder how much water they released to cause this kind of damage.
"Girl, go easy on her. What if you break a bone? Who's going to cook then?"
Zhan Hanjue said this, but that was not what he really thought.
He was just a little worried that Qin Beiming would use the excuse of being crippled to force Ling Mo to take responsibility.
Qin Beiming guessed Zhan Hanjue's thoughts, raised an eyebrow, and suggested in a deep voice:
"How about you do it?"
"How can that be? I'm afraid the girl will fall..."
Zhan Hanjue said this, but his body language betrayed him. He spread his legs wide, his hands in a fighting stance, and looked at Ling Mo with a blazing smile:
"Girl, would you like me to teach you a few moves?"
"Mr. Zhan, are you sure you want to fight me?" Ling Mo hesitated, afraid of hurting Zhan Hanjue's old bones.
"A friendly exchange would be fine."
"become."
Ling Mo nodded, and without holding back, flew over and delivered a kick.
Zhan Hanjue thought that dealing with Ling Mo's fancy but ineffective moves would be a piece of cake, so he was caught off guard and was almost sent to his death by her sudden kick.
"hiss--"
Zhan Hanjue, clutching his aching kneecap, hadn't even recovered when she delivered a swift hook punch to his left cheek.
He gasped in pain, suddenly questioning the meaning of life.
Logically speaking, a gentle woman like Shi Ying shouldn't have given birth to a fiery girl.
But the reality is that this little chili pepper is not only spicy in nature, but also quite spicy in its actions.
He was constantly worried that his daughter would be bullied.
Given the current situation, it's already a good thing that she doesn't bully others...
"Mr. Zhan, are you alright?"
Ling Mo was surprised that Zhan Hanjue was so easily defeated, and instantly lost interest.
Compared to him, Qin Beiming was clearly a much more qualified sparring partner.
Although he doesn't fight back much, at least he won't lose too badly.
Zhan Hanjue shook his head, and unexpectedly met Ling Mo's anxious gaze. His heart warmed, and the "I'm fine" that he was about to say turned into "It hurts so much."
Qin Beiming was utterly astonished by Zhan Hanjue's outrageous actions.
If he had known that Zhan Hanjue, that "old scoundrel," was so cunning as to resort to a self-inflicted injury, he should have pretended to be sick.
Fortunately, he has a pretty good ability to imitate.
No sooner had Zhan Hanjue fallen to the ground than Qin Beiming closed his eyes and fell straight into Ling Mo's arms.
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