Wan Chu'er smiled faintly, "Thank you for the compliment."
Faced with Wan Chu'er's indifference, the old man didn't mind, he just continued to smile and said:
"Sorry to disturb you, young lady. My surname is Ge, and I live in the nearby neighborhood. I come to this park to exercise every day. It's the first time I've seen you today. Do you live nearby?"
How come it all sounds like some rascal trying to flirt with a young woman?
Wan Chu'er lifted her eyes to scrutinize the old man Ge, white hair, ruddy complexion, about sixty years old, with a face that looked honest and sincere.
She smiled and said, "Grandpa Ge, just say whatever you want."
"Hehe, straightforward young lady." Old Man Ge touched his head and said:
"I have a ten-year-old grandson. If you come to this park often, I want my grandson to practice martial arts with you. First, it strengthens the body, and second, it'd be great if he could learn some self-defense skills too.
