When Mo Weiran asked this question, Qiao Qingshu and Lu Xingzhe both looked at Gu Zhiqi simultaneously, then at Mo Weiran.
Their eyes were filled with a similar hostility.
Mo Weiran: ?
Those two… look pretty dangerous.
Swallowing his saliva, he silently looked at Gu Zhiqi, seeing she didn't answer, he cautiously asked another question, "Young Miss, are you going to teach me Ancient Martial Arts?"
Gu Zhiqi: "Of course not."
She needed to review and had a whole pile of mental methods waiting for her; she simply didn't have the time to teach him.
Besides, he didn't pay.
Mo Weiran: ???
"Find someone else to teach you." After Gu Zhiqi finished speaking, she said no more and kept walking forward.
If it weren't for the fear that he'd get himself killed and no one would repay her that fifty-five million, she wouldn't even bother with him.
This time, the loss was significant.
