"Young Master Fang!"
"Young Master Fang!"
"..."
Du Qiaoyun's worried voice rang in his ears, gradually becoming clear from the initial blur.
"I'm fine." Fang Zheng shook his head, regaining his clarity:
"Perhaps I've been going through too much recently, my body is too weak, and I've been a bit dizzy."
This situation used to be common for him. When he spent too long squatting in the restroom and then stood up quickly, or when he bent down to pick up something too fast, he would feel dizzy for a moment. He had gotten used to it.
But since he started practicing martial arts, his physique had become strong, and this situation hadn't occurred again.
Seems like his mental state has been too tightly wound recently.
"I see..." Du Qiaoyun looked surprised, seemingly a bit puzzled, but she didn't delve deeper into it. Instead, she asked:
"Young Master Fang, you just said that if I help you practice, you're willing to pay ten silver taels a day, is that true?"
