Bab 1023: The Story of Ling and Heng (286)

Seeing the man approaching, Feng Ling didn't speak, but the head coach's words still surprised her slightly.

For more than a year, the head coach had been taking care of her like an elder, and he seemed to be already thirty-one or thirty-two years old. She had always regarded him as a good teacher and helpful friend and never thought that he wanted to pursue her.

She was not feminine at all. What was it about her that men liked? Her fist?

Noticing the cold gaze behind him, the head coach paused and turned around to look at the tall man approaching.

Li Nanheng put one hand in his trouser pocket, holding a box of antipyretics that he had just bought at the pharmacy next door to the martial arts club. He stared straight into the head coach's eyes. "You can feel a sense of crisis, which shows that you are a smart person."