"All right. From now on, we'll train separately and discuss things together if we have any questions."
Su Qiao was so skilled that it was impossible for her not to notice the hesitation in his eyes.
"Fine."
Cen Mohan sighed helplessly.
That was the only way.
Asking him to treat her as an opponent and throw punches at her without holding back—he really couldn't do it.
The main problem was that his hand simply wouldn't obey him!
Seeing his dejected look, Su Qiao found it genuinely amusing.
The moment Cen Mohan saw her smiling face, his slight gloom vanished without a trace.
"You little girl. Are you really that happy to see me make a fool of myself?"
"Of course."
He was usually so calm and self-controlled. It was rare to see him looking so dispirited.
Cen Mohan's gaze fell on Su Qiao's exposed waist. "You seem to have lost quite a bit of weight recently."
"What do you mean?" Su Qiao lowered her head and looked at her waist.
She was already starting to develop ab lines.
Wasn't that a good thing?
"You exercise a lot, so you need to pay attention to your diet and eat more high-protein foods. How about beef stewed with potatoes tonight?"
"Or, if you want fish and shrimp, that works too. I have fresh sea fish and shrimp in my refrigerator."
Perhaps he should find a high-end nutritionist to prepare a diet suited to her.
Cen Mohan thought this to himself.
"But I suddenly want hotpot with sliced mutton." She had picked up the car she liked today, so she planned to have a good meal out that evening to celebrate.
"Mutton works too. We can have both mutton and beef, and order two more plates of fish and shrimp."
Cen Mohan smoothly