September 21, 2013, early morning
"Hurry up, speed up! Are you taking a stroll? I said to change pace, do you understand human language or not? We're still a pound away from the goal. Exercise properly and there's no need to edit the wedding photos, understand?"
Xia Momo clung to Zhou Ning's arm, watching with worry as Mr. Zhao sweat profusely on the track below, and Zhu Xingxing, completely wrapped up and holding a whistle, continuously shook her head on the side.
"These two really are a pair of happy enemies. Zhao Xinli complains about not getting enough to eat every day, and still gets bullied by Zhu Xingxing. Although Zhu Xingxing is full of complaints, she seems tireless in getting Zhao Xinli to lose weight. It's already the twenty-first; aren't they going to take their wedding photos? What's more, can Xinli really endure this training on just a cup of black coffee?"
Zhou Ning laughed and patted Xia Momo's arm.