chapter 83 you are my little apple

"Master, please drink tea." In the boxing gym, Edgar Austin knelt on his knees and raised a cup of black tea high above his head.

Liang Zhengchun took the tea with a serious expression and took a small sip. Although his expression was serious and serious, his brows couldn't help but reveal joy. For a martial arts practitioner like him, a disciple like Edgar Austin is really rare to meet in a hundred years. If he meets one, it is purely a coincidence and luck.

There was a...