Xiao Tian could not help but laugh. "I never expected someone who looked so quiet and refined on the surface to be this skilled at messing with people."
"Rong Rong, it seemed you must have given your father and those two grandfathers plenty to worry about back in the sect. Honestly, were you always this lively in the sect?"
Ning Rongrong giggled. "Not really. I was actually very well-behaved in the sect. It was just that my father and grandfathers spoiled me too much."
After three laps, Ning Rongrong was already panting, her long dress soaked through with sweat.
"How about it, Ning Rongrong? Want me to help carry some of the burden?"
Oscar stepped forward and offered.
Ning Rongrong replied flatly, "No need. Besides, Master is right here. How could I let someone else help me? We should each complete our own weight-bearing training. And you're not doing much better than I am, so how are you supposed to help me?"
Anyone could hear the resentment dripping from Ning Rongrong's words.
Yu Xiaogang had not expected Ning Rongrong to refuse Oscar's help—and say something like that, too.
He had originally intended to take the opportunity to let Tang San help carry some of his load.
Sure enough, he was getting old. His physical condition could no longer keep up, and he too was panting heavily.
Ma Hongjun spoke up then. "How about this? We follow behind Master, with Ning Rongrong in second place. If we run at the pace of the two people ahead, we should be able to last longer."
Yu Xiaogang: I feel insulted.
Before he could say anything, Xiao Tian and the others very consciously fell back, leaving Yu Xiaogang to run in front.
Xiao Tian secretly laughed. This fat guy was really vicious. In truth,