"Ading, it's time to eat!" As usual, Nangong Minglu forgot to knock on the door and rushed into Ading's bedroom.
"Oh! Got it!" A Ding responded as he hurriedly put on his half-taken clothes again.
"A Ding, what's wrong with you?" Although A Ding was dressing very quickly, Nangong Minglu still saw the bruises on his body. She rushed over, lifted up A Ding's shirt, and screamed.
stand up.
"It's okay, it's really okay." A Ding pulled off his clothes and dodged.
"Don't move!" Nangong Minglu was annoyed, "What do you mean it's okay? Why are there so many injuries on your body? How did you do it?"
"It's nothing. I accidentally fell while practicing. You know, injuries are common for those of us who practice martial arts. It's not a big deal." A Ding deliberately said it very casually, but his eyes dodged, and he obviously lacked confidence when he spoke.
, Nangong Minglu knew at a glance that he was lying.
"Don't lie to me!" Nangong Minglu said with a straight face, her eyes widened.
"Okay, Xiaolu, don't ask. I'm really fine. I'm fine. Don't ask! Please!" A Ding's tone became pleading.
Nangong Minglu was angry and distressed, but no matter how she asked, A Ding was determined and kept silent. There was nothing she could do. She gave A Ding an angry look and walked out angrily.
The next day, A Ding went to work early again.
A Ding's job search went smoothly. On the first day he came back, he excitedly said that he had been hired by a famous high-end club as a martial arts coach and the salary was very high.
Seeing A Ding's happy face, Nangong Minglu was also happy for him, but now Nangong Minglu began to have doubts. She knew that some young masters from wealthy families loved to bully others, and those who could often go to the club where A Ding worked
, either rich or noble, A Ding should not suffer any loss.
So, seeing A Ding go out, she quietly said to Rong Yanwei: "Brother, let's follow A Ding secretly to see what kind of work he is doing. I accidentally bumped into him changing clothes last night, and I saw that he was covered in blood.
It's a bruise."
"Really?" Rong Yanwei was surprised. With A Ding's skill, ten or eight people were no problem, who could injure him?
The two of them didn't even eat, so they followed A Ding secretly.
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