Monica simply stopped and ran for more than an hour. She had already completed the target amount of exercise.
She walked to the side and sat down. As she wiped the sweat off her body with a towel, she looked at the two men on the treadmill with great interest.
Xia ruofei was no different from when he first started running. His breathing was still steady, his pace was still steady, and there was not much sweat on his body.
Monica’s beautiful eyes bloomed with a strange light.
She loved sports. When she was on business trips around the world, the hotel gym was a must-go place for her. She had seen many fitness experts, but she had never seen someone like Xia ruofei.
Xia ruofei's body did not look strong. He even looked like a weak scholar. However, it was as if he would never die from running. Looking at Xia ruofei's state, Monica had the illusion that he could keep running.
Could it be a mysterious force from the ancient East? Monica muttered in her heart.