Ji Xinghuo was speechless.
But as a man himself, to say he wasn't envious at all would be a lie.
Xia Qingyu's skill in sweet-talking women was the most impressive he had ever seen. If he could learn a few tricks from him and try them out with Man Ying and Sister Ren, perhaps it might work wonders?
As Ji Xinghuo hesitated about how to broach the subject, Xia Qingyu suddenly changed the topic, "You little rascal, you've been holding back a trick or two!"
"What?" Ji Xinghuo didn't understand at first.
"I've seen Misha's strength. In a head-on fight, even I would be slightly intimidated, especially when she gets angry—I could only temporarily dodge her sharp edge." Xia Qingyu sized up Ji Xinghuo as if trying to see through him. "And yet this afternoon, when she came looking for you, you knocked her down in one encounter!"
Ji Xinghuo spread his hands, "Maybe she didn't use her full strength."
