"So, your martial arts are very strong?"
Meng Weici asked with great interest.
"They should be pretty decent."
Tang Bohu wanted to be modest. After all, Meng Weici was Zhu Qingling's bestie, and since he wanted to marry Zhu Qingling, it was necessary to maintain a friendly relationship with Meng Weici. He absolutely could not let her think he was arrogant and conceited. Thus, Tang Bohu acted with great grace and solemnity.
"You're good at fighting?"
Meng Weici immediately followed up.
"That depends on who I'm fighting."
Tang Bohu chose his words carefully.
He felt that this girl was a little too bold. They had only just met, yet she was already asking about such private matters. How could an ordinary martial artist possibly explain such things in detail? But Meng Weici was Zhu Qingling's bestie, so he had to win her favor. They were only talking about some secrets of martial artists. What was the problem? There was no problem at all!!
"Against Mr. Satan—no, no, no."
Meng Weici instinctively thought of that phony, Mr. Satan, but she reacted quickly. After spitting several times and saying that she had spoken too fast and misspoken, she added:
"I mean an ordinary person. The kind of passerby we usually encounter when walking down the street."
It was not appropriate to mention Mr. Satan because, at the end of the day, Mr. Satan was now considered the manager of their girl group, responsible for all their work and business dealings. He might not have earned any merit, but he had certainly worked hard, so naturally, she could not make Mr. Satan lose too much face!
"Even passersby have to be divided into categories. Do you mean women or men?"
"Men, of course. And the normal kind of man who's around six feet