Li Yang's reputation was being harmed.
After Mu Qiu sent the message, Zhao Yu was likely caught slacking off at work and didn't reply to her anymore.
So she put down her phone and focused intently on watching Cheng Zhirang learn fitness.
After he took off his shirt, his build didn't seem particularly muscular. From the back, his broad shoulders and narrow waist formed an inverted triangle, but there wasn't much muscle definition.
But now, as he wore sportswear and practiced resistance training, the muscles connecting his arms to his scapula were revealed, exuding masculinity.
Mu Qiu watched, and suddenly felt a bit thirsty.
"Brother Cheng."
Cheng Zhirang released the equipment and asked her, "What?"
She had nothing to say but kept staring at the area below his collar: "My friend sent me a video saying Tang Zi publicly apologized."
Cheng Zhirang was somewhat immune to her burning gaze by now. Wiping his sweat with a towel, he asked, "What kind of apology?"
