"You're a system, not a human. Why are you talking about trust between people?"
After saying that, Su Qiao ignored it and focused on running.
All the while, gazes kept sweeping over from some direction, but she pretended not to notice.
Twenty minutes later, she stopped running and began working on the strength in her shoulders, arms, and back.
When Su Qiao reached her fifth repetition, a very muscular male trainer came over.
Just as he was about to place his hand on Su Qiao's shoulder blade to help correct her posture, a slender, fair hand had already reached out.
The trainer glanced at him, nodded slightly, and quickly left.
Su Qiao stopped moving. She eyed the departing fitness trainer suspiciously, then looked up at the man.
Cen Mohan said nothing else and instead instructed her directly, "Keep your back straight. Use your strength here, not your waist. Otherwise, it's easy to strain the muscles in your lower back. People who have just started working out need to be especially careful."
"Oh."
Su Qiao was not very enthusiastic, but her movements were much more precise than before.
In fact, with her current physical condition, her lower-back strength was extremely formidable. That was why she had ignored all this and focused only on exercising and stretching.
After watching her complete one set, Cen Mohan turned and left.
He was not lacking in perception.
The girl before him seemed rather unwelcome toward him.
But he had never offended her, had he?
Cen Mohan turned his head and silently glanced back, then touched his own face.
Was his face really that unrecognizable?
She actually didn't remember him.
For some reason, Cen Mohan felt a little depressed.
Could he have let something slip?
It seemed that pretending to be a good person was truly