Zheng Xiaoduo had a fair, cherubic face and large, sparkling eyes. With long eyelashes that looked like tiny brushes, she pouted while shaking Chen Yang's arm.
Chen Yang was silent.
"Please? Is that okay?" Seeing that Chen Yang wasn't speaking, Zheng Xiaoduo asked again, her face full of pleading.
Chen Yang, speechless, refused her outright. "No!"
"Why not? Why won't you take me as your disciple?" Zheng Xiaoduo's pout deepened as she rattled on, "I'm very obedient, and I can do laundry, cook, and clean. I can do everything!"
"It doesn't matter if the tuition is expensive. Just name your price. My family is very rich."
As she spoke, she shook Chen Yang's arm again, looking terribly wronged. "Please, Uncle! I'm begging you. I really want to become a Fist Master!"
"A Fist Master as amazing as you," she added.
Chen Yang chuckled. "Miss Xiaoduo, we've only known each other for an hour, and you already want to be my disciple. Isn't that a bit reckless? What if I'm a bad person?"
