"Daddy can teach you. With me here, I'm your coach." Diwu Zexuan flicked the whip in his hand and turned to look at little Youyou standing beside him.
At his words, Youyou raised her delicate little face, frowning, "My whip is really powerful. If you can't beat me, I don't want such a useless coach."
At merely two and a half years old, Youyou already knew Diwu Zexuan was a doctor. Everyone would tell her that her dad was an incredibly skilled doctor, but could a doctor play with a whip?
"If you want to know if Daddy's whip skills are good, don't blink in a moment." Diwu Zexuan's lips curved into a wicked smile as he lightly flicked his hand. The long tail of the whip swept through the air, raising a thin layer of dust.
Little Youyou's eyes widened, fixating on the whip in Diwu Zexuan's hand.
An expert's skill is known the moment they make a move.
