Outside the park.
Momo's slender and fair fingers held the phone, as she turned her gaze to the man walking beside her, "Did you finish a hundred sit-ups?"
"Finished."
Ye Zhan looked at her with a serious and focused gaze.
Giving Momo the illusion that at this moment, she was his instructor.
And Ye Zhan, a serious trainee.
She couldn't quite handle his overly intense demeanor, her eyes flickered, and she turned her face to look ahead, lifting her feet intending to continue walking forward.
In Ye Zhan's profound eyes, a gleam of light flashed, and he reached out to grab her wrist.
In her slightly changed expression, he explained seriously, "When you called yesterday, Ji Anyun was there."
"Let go of me first."
Momo frowned, a thin layer of anger in her clear eyes.
She struggled a bit but couldn't break free from his hand.
Unable to bear the warm sensation on her wrist, she wanted to immediately break free from his hold.
