"Qiqi, you're not planning to give up halfway, are you?"
Yuan Bao blinked, his little eyes looking at his god-sister with utmost clarity.
How could she not see that Wei Qiqi wanted to give up halfway?
After all, practicing martial arts is truly hard work.
Without a bit of willpower, one simply can't stick to it.
After all, people like leisure and comfort.
An old saying goes, 'Endure the hardest hardships to be above the rest.'
But in this world, unless there's no choice, how many people would willingly endure such hardship?
That's precisely why families of wealth often produce wastrels. The reasoning is that simple.
"Uh, of course not!"
Wei Qiqi indeed couldn't handle it, but being called a quitter by her sister left her a bit embarrassed. She wasn't a quitter, she—wait, she wasn't even made for martial arts in the first place.
"Alright Jiaojiao, sister's arms are so sore, I really can't stay with you!"
"You practice on your own!"
