"Brother Tangyu, who exactly is your master? He's trained you to be so awesome. Your medical skills are like that of a Divine Doctor, and your moves are top-notch—it's like you're cheating! Tell me, maybe we share the same master, or maybe we're from the same sect. Otherwise, where in the world could there be so many internal martial arts masters?" Feng Tianyi said as he drove, peppering Tangyu with questions like a kid asking a million 'why's, not caring whether it was appropriate to ask such things. This kind of personality reminds me somewhat of Zhao Yaya; youth is great, huh?
"Brother Tang, say something, please. I've been talking for so long my mouth is dry and my tongue is parched," Feng Tian said.
Tangyu smiled, glanced at Feng Tian, and said, "Just focus on driving, don't hit someone. Just take me back to the company."
"Then take me in," Feng Tian said.
Tangyu gave Feng Tian a dismissive look and said, "You're not a woman, why would I take you in?"
