"Practice martial arts?"
Xiao Yunhu looked at Xiao Yi in astonishment, unable to resist reaching out to touch his forehead, suspecting that his nephew might have a problem with his brain.
For a long time,
Xiao Yi's biggest dream was to be a carefree, wealthy second-generation, living like a lazy fish.
Neither Xiao Yunhu nor Xiao Yunlong could persuade him; he had no interest in martial arts.
Gradually, they both gave up trying to convince him.
Unexpectedly...
Xiao Yi suddenly proposed to practice martial arts himself?
"There's no fever either!"
Xiao Yunhu squatted down, looked at Xiao Yi in puzzlement, and asked, "Xiao Yi, could you tell uncle why you suddenly want to practice martial arts?"
Xiao Yi was silent for a moment, looking in the direction of his home.
White lanterns still hung there.
