"Meow?"
Really?
Before Susu could respond, Hu Zi couldn't wait any longer and began meowing at Uncle Yang.
Even though Uncle Yang couldn't understand its cat language, he could read the expression it was trying to convey.
"Absolutely certain, you can trust my medical skills." Uncle Yang gave a very definite answer.
Beimu immediately stood up, not wanting to lie down a second longer.
Instinctively, Hu Zi blocked Beimu's path, having done so for two weeks, it had become a muscular memory for Hu Zi.
"Mr. Yang just said I could get out of bed." Beimu said sternly.
"Meow!"
Got it.
Beimu quickly changed into his clothes and put on his sneakers.
He said to Susu standing at the door, "Come on, let's have a fight!"
It wasn't just Susu who wanted to fight; after being cooped up for two weeks, Beimu was also eager for a vigorous battle.
As long as Susu didn't use her terrifying strength, and they only compared techniques, he was still confident he could win.
"Okay!"
