Yu Xiaogang, Strong-Willed All His Life; Shao Xin Roughly Shoves Candy Beans Down His Throat

Xiao Tian could not help laughing. "I didn't expect someone who looks so quiet and refined on the surface to be so practiced at messing with people. Looks like you made your father and those two grandfathers worry plenty back in your sect, Rongrong. Be honest, when you were in the sect, were you really that wild?"

Ning Rongrong giggled. "Not really. I was actually very well-behaved in the sect. It's just that my father and grandfathers spoiled me a little too much."

After three laps, Ning Rongrong had already started panting, and the long dress she wore was soaked through with sweat.

"How is it, Ning Rongrong? Why don't I take some of the load for you?"

Oscar took the initiative to step forward and speak.

Ning Rongrong said flatly, "No need. Besides, Grandmaster is still here. How could we let someone else help? We should each finish our own burden ourselves. And you're not exactly much better off than me, are you? Help me?"

Anyone with ears could hear the resentment packed into Ning Rongrong's words.

Yu Xiaogang had not expected Ning Rongrong to refuse Oscar's help, much less say it like that.

He had originally wanted to take the opportunity to have Tang San take some of his burden for him.

Sure enough, he was getting old. His physical condition could not quite keep up anymore, and he was also panting a little.

Ma Hongjun said at this moment, "Why don't we do this? We'll follow behind Grandmaster, with Ning Rongrong in second. If we run at the two of their pace, we should be able to last a little longer."

Yu Xiaogang: I feel like I've been insulted.

Before he could say anything, Xiao Tian and the others very consciously dropped back, letting Yu Xiaogang run