The last sentence was undoubtedly a compliment to Old Ji, a single sentence, one praise, one disparage, could be described as extremely brilliant.
Jiang Sinan ah! Even if you practice for several more decades, you will not be her match.
Fancy trying to push her into a pit of fire?
Too green.
"Si Nan, I heard you played in competitions in high school, care to take a look?" Jiang Muwan used to step on him and even now pushed this Tai Chi onto him.
After speaking, there was a second of silence in the living room.
Although Jiang Sinan had played in competitions, the old master still looked down on those tricks of his children.
And Old Ji? His purpose tonight was Jiang Muwan.
Not him, Jiang Sinan.
A second later, Jiang Muwan smiled and cast her gaze on Ji Yanting, who, holding a teacup, smiled and gave a nudge, "I think it's feasible."
Jiang Muwan's look was meaningful.
The two of them were at the stage of determining their cooperation.
