While pondering this century's dilemma, Zhang Xiaowei didn't know when he fell asleep.
The next morning, as usual, he got up early.
Lately, he had been neglecting his training, causing no progress in his cultivation.
It was rare to be back in the village with no trivial matters disturbing him, so Zhang Xiaowei started exercising early.
More than an hour later, Hongmei finally came out of her room.
As soon as she saw Zhang Xiaowei, she came over immediately.
"Xiaowei, you didn't bully that girl last night, did you?"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaowei's face turned pale.
"Hongmei, what are you saying? You're making me sound like a hooligan."
Seeing Zhang Xiaowei's grievance, Hongmei rolled her eyes at him and muttered softly, "If you weren't a hooligan, how did I become your woman?"
Zhang Xiaowei felt helpless, thinking to himself how ridiculous this was.
He didn't know how to respond to that question, so he had to play dumb.
