A sentence fell in the air.
"Who did you learn that from?"
Jiang Cheng's voice came through.
Wen Yu didn't hide it, raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corner of his lips, and said in a calm tone:
"In high school, I spent two days a week at the boxing gym, working part-time."
Speaking of this, he raised his eyes to look at Jiang Cheng: "As a sparring partner."
From a thin, weak teenager, I accompanied those guests in the boxing gym. If the guests didn't perform well, it was fine, but once someone skilled came along, it was as if I barely survived.
Although it was exhausting and painful, I never thought about giving up because I knew that if I didn't become stronger, the pain would never end.
It might even be worse than it was back then.
In any aspect, only by becoming truly strong, can one avoid being manipulated by others.
Jiang Cheng chuckled lightly, taking a sip of wine to his lips.
