Angry Nangong Minglu

  Adin, however, was not lying. His motorcycle was parked next to a high-end club called Qing Yu Ling. Nan Gong Ming Lu and Rong Yan Wei followed him in, tailing Adin into the sixth floor martial arts club.

  After a while, I saw Adin, who had changed into his training uniform, enter the training room with a young man whose hair was dyed a golden yellow.

  Nangong Minglu hid in the corner and looked out through the glass, but she couldn't bear to look for long.

  After Adin and Huang Maoer clashed, most of Adin's time was spent dodging and blocking, and even when he counterattacked, it was always a quick tap.

  But that blond kid had a very impressive look, every move was a venting-style attack, hitting Adin's body, Adin always had a painful expression.

  Nangong Minglu felt her blood rushing to her head and didn't care about anything else, she ran over and kicked open the door before charging in.

  Adin and the yellow-haired boy were startled by the thunderous sound of the door, and they parted ways to look towards the entrance. Nangong Minglu rushed to Adin's side, angrily asking him in a loud voice: "Adin, what are you doing?"

  "Xiao Lu, how did you come here?" Adin's expression was both surprised and somewhat embarrassed.

  "You answer me first, what are you doing?" Nan Gong Ming Lu was very angry!

  "I'm busy at work! Xiaolu, you go home first, I'll explain to you tonight." Adin softly advised.

  "Work?" Nan Gong Ming's eyes widened in anger, pointing at the yellow-haired man's nose and saying: "Is this the job you're looking for? Can't you see that bastard is using you as a sandbag?"

  Huang Mao, who was already unhappy, saw Nan Gong Ming Lou pointing at his nose and calling him a bastard. He immediately turned red with anger, "Hey, who are you calling a bastard? If you have the ability, don't let him be a coach here anymore! Do you know what 'coach' means? Put nicely, it's 'coach', but put badly, it's just a human sandbag, 'calling' others to 'practice', do you understand?"

  Nangong Minglu gave Huang Mao'er a sideways glance, wearing a famous brand of qigong uniform, with delicate skin and tender flesh, looking like a pampered young master. Nangong Minglu didn't give him a serious look, disdainfully saying: "Who do you think is a human sandbag? If you have the ability, then go ahead and fight seriously with A'Ding! If not, then go home and drink milk! Do you know what's called 'rubbish'? Someone like you who clearly hasn't even weaned yet, but still runs out to act like a big shot, is completely rubbish!"

  Huang Mao'er's face turned red with anger, his neck thickening as he was squeezed by Nan Gong Ming Lou. "Stinky girl, I'm just using him as a sandbag to hit, what's wrong? This young master has paid the money, and even if I make him lie on the ground for me to ride like a horse, he still has to listen! What's wrong? If you know what's good for you, hurry up and get out of here, don't waste this young master's precious time."

  "Master Sun, calm down, what's going on here?" The manager of Qingyu Fang hurried in upon hearing the news that a dispute had occurred and asked Huang Mao with a forced smile.

  "Manager Qian, are you still going to do business? Where did this wild girl come from and why is she pointing fingers here?" Huang Mao'er put on an air of being rich and being the boss.

  "Adin, what's wrong with you? Do you still want to work here?" The manager Qian turned around, his smiling face that was nodding and bowing just a moment before suddenly changed into a scolding and angry one.

  "We're not going to play along, put away that ghostly appearance of yours, or King Yan will take you as his grandson and collect your soul!" Before Adin could speak, Nangong Minglu was already sarcastically teasing him, looking at him with a lowly expression, which made Nangong Minglu's anger rise.