"It's not us, it's you!" Meng Lang rolled his eyes.
Yan Weiwei didn't care, but the next moment she seemed to remember something and couldn't help frowning again.
"But where can we find a fixed venue for sparring? We can't possibly give out our home address; we'd be pestered to death every day.
How about... going to the nearby National Forest Park? That place is big!"
National Forest Park?
You think the park is your own property?
Imagine, a group of experts just start a salute and then begin to fight, meanwhile, several tourists are calling 110 to report a fight...
"Doesn't Brother Hu have a ready-made venue in his hands?" he reminded.
Yan Weiwei was startled, then she quickly understood.
"Do you mean… that boxing gym?"
"Yep!"
"The place is indeed suitable, and borrowing it for a short time is okay, but I heard he's eager to convert it into cash, who knows, it might be sold any day..."
