The Little Boss Who Hasn't Weaned Off

"I'll go." A rough voice echoed.

Ma Hao walked out with a grin, "Zhouzhou, Uncle hasn't sparred with you yet, I'm curious, let's have a go."

He rolled up his sleeves and stepped onto the stage, "Zhouzhou, please enlighten me."

"Uncle Ma, please." Zhouzhou made a courteous gesture, reminding him, "I'm quite skilled, you shouldn't underestimate me."

She didn't want to win because her opponent wasn't giving their best effort; that would be boring.

"Of course," Ma Hao nodded, "Even if you're not skilled, I won't underestimate you. I'll definitely use all my strength."

"Great!" Zhouzhou grinned and turned her head to Zhao Xinghua.

Zhao Xinghua nodded. At this moment, he looked serious, with no hint of mercy.

"In the first round, Ma Hao challenges Zhouzhou. Fight until one side admits defeat. Start now."

With his command, Zhouzhou's chubby legs kicked forward first. Her plump body resembled a small tornado, commanding respect.

Ma Hao's eyes lit up, and he swiftly met her.