A female voice with a slightly strange accent interrupted the two of them.
The newcomer was a foreign woman around 1.8 meters tall, with blond hair, brown eyes, and healthy wheat-colored skin. She wore a black cropped tank top and tight workout pants that showed off her muscles to perfection.
Su Qiao looked around. She had no idea when, but quite a few people had already gathered around them.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Your boxing was absolutely amazing. I never imagined that such tremendous energy could be hidden in your small body."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look down on you. I just found it unbelievable. I was amazed and impressed by you."
The foreign woman smiled at the corners of her lips as she gazed at Su Qiao in amazement. Clearly, she had taken a keen interest in her.
Su Qiao shook her head frankly. "It's fine. I'm Su Qiao."
"If you're not used to speaking Chinese, you can speak French or English."
Hearing this clumsy Chinese made Su Qiao feel as though she were listening to some remote dialect.
Crissie put an arm around Su Qiao in amazement. "Oh, sweetheart, you speak English and French too? That's wonderful! I want to become good friends with you."
Su Qiao, effectively trapped beneath her armpit, thought, "..." She really wanted to curse. Was that okay?
Damn this height difference. Why was Crissie 1.8 meters tall while she could barely reach 1.6?
Cen Mohan stepped forward and pulled Crissie's arm away, rescuing the awkward-looking Su Qiao.
"Ahem, Crissie, Xiao Qiao worked up a sweat. Let her go wash up first!"
"Then I'll go take a shower."
Su Qiao quickly said her goodbyes and fled the danger zone.
"OK, we'll talk again later."
Crissie was a little reluctant