Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu exchanged a glance, then reluctantly undid their belts, revealing their chests and abdomens.
Ye Shaoxuan gave Xiao Liu's chubby belly a quick once-over before finally resting his gaze on Xiao Wu's firm abdomen.
Looking at those evenly distributed, bulging muscles, he immediately felt even more unbalanced. "How do you have eight-pack abs? What are you planning to do?"
Xiao Wu felt like dying.
He deeply regretted going to the Training Ground to work out every day for no reason.
He hurriedly sucked in a large breath and puffed out his stomach. "Young Master, I only have four. Look, they're clearly only four. With how weak my martial arts are, how could I have eight-pack abs?"
Xiao Liu proudly stuck out his fair, plump belly. "Young Master, I don't have even one. No, I only have one flabby lump of fat on my belly. Does that mean no woman will ever like me?"
Xiao Liu looked as if the sky were falling and he was about to cry.
Ye Shaoxuan shoved him away in disgust. "Didn't Xiao Wu just say that some women like men who are fair and plump like you because they find it cute?"
"That's true."
Although "fair and plump" and "cute" weren't exactly flattering, Young Master hadn't blasted him away with a palm strike this time, so he was already completely satisfied.
Ye Shaoxuan cast another slightly envious glance at Xiao Wu's firm abdomen and suddenly made up his mind. "Xiao Wu, I'm going to develop eight-pack abs. You're going to train with me."
"Huh?" Xiao Wu's shoulders slumped at once.
If he had to train with him, would he still be able to keep his head?
Young Master would definitely treat him as a thorn in his side every time he