Sheng Yue looked thoughtful: "You mean that tall guy who always wears a Zhongshan suit? He looks quite upright."
"Right, that's him." Jiang Mingyu smiled. "His son is two years younger than you and is also learning martial arts."
In her mind, Jiang Shengyan conjured up an image of Qin Tu—every time he came to their house, he sat with a straight posture, spoke at a measured pace, and possessed the temperament typical of a martial artist.
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