Dong, dong, dong.
Just as the abrupt knocking on the door sounded, Fang Cheng had completed a Back Bridge move and was in the midst of leaning back again.
Clack.
Both hands spread flat on either side of the head, palms pressing the ground to maintain a stable posture.
The whole body was like an arch bridge, suspended at the peak.
Sweat trickled down his temple, yet his breathing remained steady and long.
Only in his eyes, which glanced toward the door, was there a sharp glint.
The rhythm of his workout was interrupted, and a hint of doubt arose in his heart.
Is it Mom?
The thought had just arisen, but he dismissed it.
She has a key, so she would open the door herself if she wanted to come in. She'd never knock unnecessarily.
Is it Uncle Li Dingjian?
Not likely either.
Uncle had told him two days ago that he would accompany that Professor to Tian Nan Province to handle private matters and wouldn't be back for a week.
