"Look at you. You've been getting bullied by others ever since I met you. I think you should secretly learn some martial arts for self-defense." Speaking of martial arts, Ye Qianning stared at him, sizing him up. 'He really has the perfect build for it.'
She stood up and patted his shoulder with her small hand, feeling his muscles and bones. Her touch made Sang Zhi's cheeks flush crimson.
"Not bad at all."
She was quite surprised. Sang Zhi's bone structure showed immense talent for martial arts—he was even more suited for it than Qian Zhuye. 'If this guy took up martial arts, he'd definitely become a peerless master in the future.'
"I have no desire to learn martial arts. The pen can discipline villains just as well," Sang Zhi said, turning his head away.
"That's where you're wrong. Scholarly pursuits can only solve surface-level problems, but martial arts can solve them at their root." Ye Qianning balled her little hand into a fist.
