"Oh? Tell me about it." Yang Liuqi said.
"Your kung fu is much better than mine. Why don't you teach me some moves when you were out of school?"
Am I good at martial arts?
Yang Liu blushed. He hadn't even learned a single move. The two manuals that he bought during the day were still in Xia Ling's car. He didn't know if she would throw them away like trash.
###Chapter40,Third-Rated Man practiced Third-Rated Fist
By the time Yang Liu got on the car that Wen Jing had called back to Qing County, it was already past 12. As the car drove away, Wen Jing's sly face flashed across Yang Liu's mind. She couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Wasn't it a fantasy for me to teach her kung fu? I was waiting for someone else to teach me myself. I was really annoyed. Why did I agree to help her
