Two hundred and seventeen, Chinese New Year

"What are you doing exactly?" Song Xiran raised an eyebrow.

"I'm exercising. I get up early every day to run, and look, I even have muscles now." Luo Zheng said with a smile, showing off the muscles on his arm.

Song Xiran chuckled, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, "Then hasn't your sister taught you some kung fu?" He was certain that what Luo Zheng was doing wasn't as simple as just exercising.

Luo Zheng nodded, "She taught me a bit of martial arts, but I'm too clumsy and haven't managed to learn it yet." Thinking he could trick him? No way he was going to tell him.

"What about medical skills? Your sister is so skilled in medicine, hasn't she taught you a bit?" This kid was indeed cunning, and it seemed it wouldn't be easy to get anything out of him.