"I can't fight alone, anyone want to spar with me?" Ning Luoxi asked, looking at the few people in the living room.
Lin Tian pointed at Ning Jianxun and said, "Mr. Ning, why don't you practice with her? I think your skills are pretty good."
Ning Luoxi also glanced at Ning Jianxun, whose expression changed, and then he pretended to be nonchalant as he said, "Well, I got a bit injured fighting with you yesterday, I can't really get on the field for now."
Damn, you're terrible at lying. If you're afraid of fighting with Ning Luoxi, just admit it. Why fake an injury? You're jumping around like nothing's wrong, does that look injured? I despise you for that, thought Lin Tian helplessly.
Ning Weiguo was also quite frustrated, not because his daughter wasn't skilled, but because she was too skilled, making young men afraid to approach her. Was she preparing to live a lonely life?
"Hey, forget it, I'll go then, it's not the first time anyway," Lin Tian said helplessly.
