"Qingqing, my grandpa didn't say anything offensive, did he?" After Yu Xiangyang had packed the medicinal herbs into a bag, he eagerly looked at Su Huiqing, who had just come out of the storeroom.
Su Huiqing took the herbs from him and stuffed it into her bag. She slightly raised her eyebrows. "Why didn't you stay just now?"
Yu Xiangyang scratched his head. "I was scared. Didn't you know that my grandpa often practices boxing techniques and that he is very good at it?"
"Alright." Su Huiqing took her bag from the ground and turned around. In a casual tone of voice, she said, "We'll talk about it again if you'll push through, and if you wake up every day at 5 a.m. for a morning jog."
Looking at her departing figure, Yu Xiangyang pumped his fists up and gave her a determined look.
"Is that Su Huiqing?" Old Master Yu sauntered towards him and a glint flickered in his eyes. He then narrowed his eyes at her.
