"I have learned it. My martial arts school is here," He Jiayou replied casually, "I can avoid it at the age of seven and fight back at the age of nine. It's not that I'll brag with you, now I have reached the state of being able to restrain and release freely, otherwise, I'd probably go to the hospital today to amputate you."

"Just blow it! Humph!" Xiao Zilan rolled her eyes, "Your family runs a martial arts school, so why do you come to work in the studio? Don't you go back to run a martial arts school?"

He Jiayou: Isn’t this fooled?

"Hi, young, who would like to guard that unchanging acre of three-point land?" He Jiayou's voice was a little vicissitudes, and Little Zilan seemed to have some realization and nodded slightly.

He Jiayou asked: "What about you? By the way, are you eighteen years old?"

"I'm nineteen years old!" Xiao Zilan gritted her teeth and replied.

“Not going to college?”

Xiao Zilan was indeed a little tired, so she leaned her head on He Jiayou's back and murmured: "I don't want to go. I feel that my life has been arranged by my parents. It's boring, so I came to hide from Sister Ting."

“The troubles of wealthy families.”

"Bah, I also rely on the salary given by Sister Ting!"

He Jiayou smiled and said nothing.

"Mining," Xiao Zilan squeezed out a sentence between Xiao Baiya's teeth, "Thank you..."

"Um?"

"fine……"

"I think it's time for you to come down and walk by yourself," He Jiayou looked at the office building not far ahead, "I'll support you, I'll be afraid of being seen by Sister Ting and the others, which will be bad for your reputation."

Little Zilan slid down on He Jiayou's back, blinking her big eyes. Although she missed the not-so-wide back, her temperament was also destined to not ask for help.

"I haven't seen it before, you are still so traditional," Xiao Zilan complained with a pout.

Fortunately, it's only a hundred meters ahead.

He Jiayou smiled mysteriously, "Your reputation is really important."

“Why?”

"Well, go back," He Jiayou yawned, "I'll make up for my sleep. There are still two hours of game time in the evening. When I finish playing the game, you can find a place with more people and I'll give you a massage."

Little Zilan's face turned red and she snorted, "There are so many massage chairs in the studio, so you don't need you."

"I really don't need it? This is my ancestral craft, specializing in treating bruises and injuries, with quick results, good service, and free key points."

"Suddenly I realized that you are so poor, so okay, just stay in the cafeteria at 10 o'clock in the evening."
Chapter completed!