Wanhua Building.
Lin Qingyi approached Jiang Ning and pinched his arm.
At the same time, she casually said, "I heard you left the city a few days ago and countered Hong Chengtao's attack. How did you accomplish that?"
Jiang Ning slightly bowed his head and side-eyed, his gaze landing on his own forearm.
Lin Qingyi's soft, gentle fingers were pinching the firm muscles of his arm.
"Sister Lin, dealing with Hong Chengtao only requires a few slashes to kill!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Qingyi couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Believe you, my ass!
She secretly muttered to herself.
Then, her expression slightly revealed a trace of surprise.
Something's off with this kid!
Why does his skin feel so tough to the touch?
Could it be that his Skin Training has made significant progress?
Thinking of this, Lin Qingyi's eyes filled with suspicion as she looked toward Jiang Ning.
"Sister Lin, what's wrong?" asked Jiang Ning.
