"Siqi, kneel down!"
That day, Lin Siqi and Zhang Beixing had a wild time, full of joy.
It wasn't until three days later that Zhang Beixing left Lin Siqi's villa, satisfied.
Lin Siqi was then at the window, waving to him. Her complexion wasn't good; she was a bit pale, her delicate brows tightly furrowed, and her lips pursed, evidently feeling unwell. That was also why Zhang Beixing didn't ask her to get out of bed to see him off.
Looking at the car in the backyard, covered in snow with four handprints on the hood, Zhang Beixing chuckled. He waved at Lin Siqi, then turned and left the villa.
「...」
At this moment, there were still fourteen days until the New Year, plenty of time to spare.
These past few months, I've been so preoccupied with my own affairs, I merely tossed my two disciples, Lin Pengfei and Chen Rourou, a manual of my martial arts insights before entrusting them to Liu Yi's care.
I wonder how strong they've become now.
