Li Nanheng didn't move but just folded his straight and slender legs, leaning on the back of the chair casually, and looked at her deadpan. "How long have you been in this martial arts club?"
Feng Ling held the glass and slowly drank the water, asking coldly, "Haven't you already investigated it? Is there anything you don't know? Do you need to ask me?"
"I really don't know the time you worked here," the man said frankly.
"A year and a half," Feng Ling said, taking another sip of water.
"A year and a half? Then you must have gained a certain influence in this small martial arts club. Can you decide on trivial matters such as recruiting an intern coach or an assistant?"
Feng Ling paused and looked at the man who was sitting there casually cross-legged. "What do you mean?"
"A-Feng is in charge of XI Base now. I am unemployed now," Li Nanheng said, raising his eyebrows. "May I stay here serving as your assistant? Coach Ling, please accept me."
