When Shen Yanhe laid eyes on Fang Zhi, there was a moment of surprise, followed by a curved red lip, "There's money to be made, nothing too tough about it."
Fang Zhi couldn't help but laugh, "Five or six years and you're still all about the money, huh?"
"Let's go, Li Na had some issues and couldn't make it, I'll take you to the boxing ring."
"Money is a fine thing." Shen Yanhe chuckled, wrapping her hands in bandages, and walked shoulder to shoulder with Fang Zhi towards the boxing ring.
"With money, you can solve ninety-nine percent of the problems in this world."
"That's true." Fang Zhi turned his head to look at her, "You haven't fought in many days, do you feel confident about this boxing match?"
"Of course." Shen Yanhe, with bandages between her teeth, skillfully tied a butterfly knot and said vaguely but viciously, "If that kid showed up in front of me now, I could beat him to a pulp."
