Shi Kuan and Ling Yanye became acquainted simply through their shared love of boxing; otherwise, as an ordinary person, how could he have ever crossed paths with a young master like him?
He looked at his dejected friend and let out a soft sigh. It seemed money could not solve every problem; suffering was fair to everyone. In this world, happy people were all the same, but the miserable each had their own unique sorrows.
Shi Kuan patted Ling Yanye on the shoulder, turned, and walked to the corner of the taekwondo gym, returning with a black, weathered box. Ling Yanye, still looking vacant and soul-stricken, didn't notice the movement at all. The next second, he felt a hard object strike his chest. It wasn't exactly light, and his eyes finally refocused. He looked down to see a pair of old boxing gloves.
Chapter 228