He didn't mind, and actually got down on the ground enthusiastically to do one-handed push-ups, one hand behind his back and the other supporting his weight on the floor.
Of course, it was tough for him, especially since he had a gunshot wound.
He hadn't even reached twenty when sweat was already pouring down his forehead.
"Stop doing it!" Di Jinxuan couldn't stand it any longer and couldn't help but ball her fist and shout at him.
Inside, she was screaming, 'If you're doing this for me, then there's really no need because I don't like you at all!'
"I don't like you, do you understand? So why are you doing this?"
But Nangong Jin just looked up with a smile, still not stopping.
Di Jinxuan stomped her feet in frustration, turning to her own brother, "Can we stop with this, please?"
She seemed pitiful and quite irate, her eyes were a bit red. Di Mingjie and the others exchanged glances and pursed their lips.
