Jiang Ming's anger turned to laughter at this.
When he and his brother had gone to Shaolin Temple to study martial arts together in the beginning, his brother's skills were much better than his!
Otherwise, he wouldn't have climbed to his current position in just a few short years!
Xia Weibao, you're dead for sure!
"Right, brother, Xia Weibao also knows martial arts, be careful," Jiang Ming said.
Jiang Liang sneered, not taking the words to heart at all.
"It's just a woman," he dismissed.
A woman, that's all; she couldn't possibly reach the sky.
He had seen the video of her creating a scene at Jiang Ming's engagement party; her skills were nothing more than those of a mediocre cat, just opportunistic antics.
Good enough to deal with a half-baked Jiang Ming.
But to deal with him?
Foolish dreams!
At five-thirty the next day, Xia Weibao was woken up by the sound of a bugle.
Groggily getting up to wash and rinse, she then returned to make her bed.
