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She had never learned Taekwondo or Sanda; she had only studied Judo abroad for a while, but it was just a very basic level.
She would usually carry several silver needles with her when she went out, anesthetizing them with a homemade numbing agent. In the past, when she would often work several part-time jobs at a time, she was not too afraid when returning home late at night.
It was because she carried those specially made anesthetic needles.
However, after hearing what Estelle said, Rong Yan suddenly considered whether she should learn some self-defense techniques.
It wasn't that she thought she was so beautiful that she would get molested every time she stepped out onto the street. She was worried about Rong Weiwei's relentless schemes—a direct confrontation would be troublesome if Weiwei ended up being backed into a corner.
As Rong Yan was pondering whether to sign up for a Taekwondo class, Estelle's text message suddenly beeped twice.
It was a message.
