Saving Zhou Yan

There was no fear on Zhou Yan's face. Instead, there was a strange light flowing on her face. She looked at Gu Man with embarrassment on her face. "Gu Man, can I learn those moves of yours? Do you mind having a disciple?"

When Gu Man heard this, she sized Zhou Yan up seriously. "You can learn it at your age, but it's a little late. You can only practice some basics."

Zhou Yan did not expect it to really work. She immediately nodded. "The basics are fine too. Can I bring my disappointing son along?"

When Zhen Rong was mentioned, Zhou Yan still had an angry expression, but if one looked carefully, one could see the gentleness under her anger. It seemed that after the two of them had talked for the past few days, their relationship had softened slightly.

"Sure." Gu Man nodded.