Tang Ming was called out of the cafe by Sun Zhuangjia and even shook hands with him. Could it be that with Sun Zhuangjia's temperament, it was just a simple handshake without any intention of teaching Tang Ming a lesson?
This doesn't match his personality at all.
"You shook hands with Sun Zhuangjia, is your hand okay?"
Su Xiaoxi looked down at Tang Ming's hand and asked curiously.
"Of course, it's fine. It's just that the guy has quite a grip, and it hurt when he squeezed."
Tang Ming stretched out his palm to show it was alright.
Su Xiaoxi immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Tang Ming, what exactly do you do? Even Sun Zhuangjia couldn't handle you."
"I'm just a student, what else could I do?"
Tang Ming said nonchalantly.
"I know you're a student, you mentioned it earlier, but I'm asking if you're a descendant of a Martial Arts Family?"
Su Xiaoxi asked tentatively.
"No."
Tang Ming shook his head and retorted, "Is Sun Zhuangjia one?"
