At the Martial Arts School, he was an extreme loner, with no friends and no girlfriend.
This was a deliberate choice. He didn't like owing others, nor did he like others owing him. A lone wolf through and through.
Lin Chu: ...
His reaction actually surprised Lin Chu, who didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
'What did he mean... once I'm old, I'll be useless?'
'You really have some "self-awareness," don't you!'
"Whether or not it's fair to me isn't for you to decide. I'm the one who decides."
"Are you signing or not?"
Lin Chu's tone was forceful, but his face was all smiles as he lifted his teacup and took a sip.
Wu Hao took a deep breath and gave him a long, hard look. He saw no ulterior motives in Lin Chu's eyes—no pity, no condescension, and no hint of special treatment. Biting his lip, he picked up the pen and, stroke by stroke, wrote his name at the end of the contract.
Then he stood up and handed the contract to Lin Chu with both hands.
