The morning breeze gently rippled, and the leaves of the ginkgo tree rustled. Xu Wenping stood under the tree like a wooden stake, holding the origin with both hands. He was clear and bright, and he had his own secrets.
Ever since he had mastered martial arts, coupled with his understanding of medical skills, he seemed to have gradually gained new insights. It was similar to the cultivation realm of 'not stagnating in things' in martial arts novels.
In short, he was stronger.
The tip of his ears moved, and he heard the clattering of Su Yurou's high heels in the distance. Xu Wenping stopped practicing and walked forward. He turned around and saw Su Yurou rushing toward him. He smiled gently and said, "Looks like my wife is going to be busy again. I'll send you off."
