"Years since we last met, and your kung fu has greatly improved, you're now a martial arts master!" Ye Chen laughed.
Qin Lan moved with the grace of a swallow and the strength of an elephant, easily knocking the thief unconscious—a clear sign of a martial arts master's attainment.
"All credit goes to you; I advanced to martial arts master after taking the medicine you gave my grandfather," Qin Lan said.
Before leaving for Egypt, Ye Chen had met Qin Lan's grandfather, Qin WuMing, and given him some benefits.
"You're not married now, are you?" Ye Chen asked.
"Why?" Qin Lan's face remained calm, but her heart was in turmoil. What did Ye Chen mean by that? Could he still be thinking about her?
"I gave your grandfather so many benefits just to make sure he wouldn't marry you off," Ye Chen said. "If you were married, it would mean your grandfather broke his word, and I'd have to beat him up!"
"Then go ahead and beat him up, I'm already married!" Qin Lan said, rolling her eyes.
