Jufan

Yushu Hotel, Wuzho Town.

Inside the luxurious hotel room, ten people were sitting on the chairs. In front of them, there was a huge round table with a wide variety of delicious food.

If Xiao Tian were with them, he would immediately recognize the four people who were sitting on the chairs because the four of them were Zhao Sheng, Zhao Chen, Xie Shang, and Xie Ehuang.

"Zhao Chen, is your grandson still lazy to practice martial arts?" a middle-aged man about sixty years old inquired.

"Jufan, you know my grandson, so why are you still asking it?" Zhao Chen replied as he sighed.

Even though Zhao Sheng had been practicing martial arts a lot lately, but Zhao Sheng always complained to him. Zhao Chen even knew that his grandson didn't practice martial arts seriously.

Upon hearing Zhao Chen's words, Jufan turned his head towards Zhao Sheng. "Young master Zhao Sheng, you are very talented person, so why are you so lazy to practice martial arts?"