From that day onward, he came here every day.
After waiting for several days, he finally managed to catch her today.
However, not only had she forgotten him, she also seemed less than welcoming.
"Are you a personal trainer here?"
Su Qiao stopped outright.
That was just the kind of man he was—he wouldn't stop until he achieved his goal.
Even if she remained indifferent to him, he probably wouldn't take the hint and leave.
"Something like that." Cen Mohan put on his boxing gloves as well.
Su Qiao shot him an exasperated look. "If you are, then you are. If you aren't, then you aren't. What do you mean, 'something like that'?"
Cen Mohan raised an eyebrow.
He looked much more pleasing to the eye today than when they had first met.
Although she seemed to have absolutely no favorable impression of him.
"I'm one of the owner's partners. Does that count?"
Su Qiao began grinding her teeth.
That rotten Little Four had even dared to say it didn't know Cen Mohan was here too.
This was the place it had chosen.
How could it not know who the owners were?
"So you're one of the owners."
"Then I suppose that counts!"
Many gym owners had been fitness trainers themselves before opening their gyms.
To work in a field, one had to understand it; to understand a field, one had to work in it.
Cen Mohan shook his boxing gloves. "So am I qualified to be your sparring partner now?"
"Are your rates high? If they're too high, I can't afford them."
It wasn't that Su Qiao couldn't afford it. She simply had never intended to spar with anyone from the start.
How should she put it?
It was a matter of habit.
Sometimes, when she got into a