The last few days had brought continuous rain to Yan City, and even the gym seemed subdued and peaceful.
However, standing ten meters in front of Wen Ruan, Tang Song felt the air was filled with unbearable heat.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Song tried to calm his heated mood.
He was wearing sports shorts, and it would be bad if he accidentally revealed his perks.
Just as he was about to step forward,
he saw a young man in a tight tank top approaching from the side.
In his early 20s, he had a clear muscular build and a sunny, rugged look.
The young man pursed his lips and called out in a relaxed tone, "Miss."
"Hmm?" Wen Ruan, who was observing Tang Song from the corner of her eye, glanced at him.
The young man reached out and patted the Hack Squat machine beside him, "Are you still using this equipment?"
"No, I'm not."
