Huo Xiyao had just driven out of the underground parking lot when Jiang Ziyao couldn't hold back her admiration any longer. "Mr. Huo, you were too cool just now, knocking that scum over with a single punch. And how casually you grabbed him, he just couldn't break free from your grip. You must have practiced Taekwondo or Karate or such, are you from a martial arts family?"
Huo Xiyao glanced at Xia Chu sitting in the passenger seat from the corner of his eye. Her complexion wasn't as bad as he had imagined.
He only answered Jiang Ziyao, "I did train for a few years in mixed martial arts, but I dare not claim to be from a martial arts family. Miss Jiang is overpraising me. By the way, I heard there's a comedy movie that's very popular these days. How about you and Xia Chu go see it? After the movie, you could have dinner and go shopping."
When Jiang Ziyao heard this, she knew Huo Xiyao was trying to cheer up Xia Chu, and her impression of him improved even more.
