Chen Pingsheng always felt that these rural kids couldn't match up to her.
Chen Pingsheng scoffed, "spoiled brat" was really losing touch with reality.
Fine, let her see the true strength of a mischievous village kid.
"Alright, other things your dad won't support, but he has to support this one. If you end up crying, don't blame me for not warning you."
"Dad, do you think I've been practicing Praying Mantis Fist all these years for nothing?"
Chen An'an was confident; she even took out her hundred thousand in pocket money.
Step on the stage and there's a prize.
Setting up a stage, piece of cake.
An entire morning was all it took, Chen Pingsheng didn't have anything else to do, so he called on Chen Bufan and others to help.
It was done by the end of the morning.
Chen An'an specifically wore her yellow practice uniform.
She was imitating Bruce Lee.
Standing on that little stage, she even had her mom hold a large electric fan below.
