Lu Beixiao lowered his head and looked at her face, carefully sizing her up.
He did not know her well enough so much so that he still could not figure out how this little girl managed to train up a set of good martial arts in just three short years.
Previously, he had always thought that she was just a flowery martial artist who knew a little bit about martial arts. Every time she met some low-level hooligans, she would beat them to a pulp. After today's test, he finally realized that her skills were really amazing.
With his judgment, her skills could rival Leng Yao's.
What's wrong with him?
His expression was serious and his eyes locked onto her.
Lu Xiaogun : Stupid Ye Qiao! Father is suspecting you! He's wondering why you're so good at fighting!
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Lu Xiaogun's words pierced through Ye Qiao and she was taken aback.
Now it all makes sense!
He wanted her to fight him today!