Qiao Chuchu felt a wave of helplessness.
She and Fu Ziqian grew up together in the military compound. Since they were young, she has never liked Fu Ziqian. They used to fight a lot, and in the beginning, she could hold her own because girls develop faster than boys until the age of twelve. Before she turned twelve, she could occasionally knock Fu Ziqian down. But since Fu Ziqian caught up in height and strength after turning twelve, she never won against him again, though at least her losses didn't look too embarrassing.
Occasionally, she could still fight Fu Ziqian to a draw.
But now... In front of Fu Ziqian, she had absolutely no strength to resist.
She considered herself quite skilled, but in front of Fu Ziqian, she was nothing but trash.
Qiao Chuchu, angry, started scratching and clawing at Fu Ziqian.
"Is this how you fight now?" Fu Ziqian looked at Qiao Chuchu coldly.
"..."
