"Qin Zhengrong, what happened to you?!" Gu Xiaoer ran out quickly, opening the door for Qin Zhengrong, whose face was covered in scratches, and let him in.
The twenty-year-old man wiped his face and boldly said it was nothing.
"Did you go fighting?!" She worriedly helped Qin Zhengrong inside, sat him on the sofa, and quickly retrieved the first-aid kit to clean his wounds.
"Isn't it normal for guys to get into fights? What's the big deal?" Qin Zhengrong waved his hand dismissively.
"So you did fight?! That's not what's shocking, it's that you can't even beat me!" Fighting with others while still losing out.
"..." Damn, that really hit deep. "Master, it's not that I'm bad at fighting; I just didn't get to showcase my specialty!"
"What's your specialty? A wide reflex arc?"
"Pfft—" Qin Zhengrong felt an arrow pierce his heart, not killed in the fight, but almost dying from Gu Xiaoer's words. "Humph, If those people competed with me in shooting, I'd crush them all by myself!"
