Daddy, Delivery of Mommy Has Arrived!

An Ziqi stretched out her hand to the woman, "Do you need me to help you up?"

The expression on the woman's face changed and changed again, probably because thinking of the phone call she had heard before, she felt that the real relationship between Xiao Moli and An Ziqi was not as good as the outside world believed.

Xiao Moli was unwilling to connect with her, and probably wouldn't do anything because she went back to file a complaint.

For a while, I felt calm in my heart, and I was no longer so afraid.

I got up from the ground, "Thank you Miss An for your kindness, I have hands and feet, I don't need them."

The people around couldn't help taking a breath of air secretly, waiting to see how An Ziqi cleaned her up.

An Ziqi's lips twitched slightly, but she nodded without saying anything. After holding up the shelf, she turned around and went back to her training room.

Sun Yue was already waiting for her inside.

"Coach Sun, I remember that you just said to find someone to practice for me?" An Ziqi raised her eyebrows to look at him.

Sun Yue nodded, "You have learned the basic self-defense skills during this period of time. I will find a female student to practice it for you in a while."

An Ziqi is delicate and expensive, so how dare he do it himself, in case one accidentally makes a heavy hand, Li Shao's spoiled wife and crazy demon will definitely not spare him.

If they are all girls, their strength will not hurt her.

An Ziqi glanced in the direction of the outer hall, and said casually.

"I just went out and thought that Ling Ling was good, so I can practice it."

Sun Yue was waiting for her inside before, and didn't know what was happening outside.

However, most of the small artists outside were sent by various agencies for training, and some did not even have a agency, and they paid for themselves and prepared to take another route of martial arts actresses.

They are all unknown little artists, who should not dare to do anything to An Ziqi.

Moreover, since An Ziqi can call out the name, the little artist is probably Huanyu, so she must not dare to hit An Ziqi hard.

Without thinking about it, he nodded, "Okay, take a break first, and I'll arrange it."

After speaking, he went directly outside to find Ling Ling, and roughly explained some precautions.

How much effort should be used for what it is, where it can’t be hit, the point is the end and so on.

Ling Ling had already recognized her previous guess, so naturally she didn't take the coach's words to heart.

I only felt that An Ziqi was a trash, and I made a small calculation in my heart, vowing to win An Ziqi, give her a prestige, and win back the face she had just lost.

In the training hall, it is very common to practice fighting against each other. Even if An Ziqi loses, there is no way to speak.

Thinking beautifully in my heart, I followed Coach Sun into An Ziqi's training room.

Looking at the luxuriously decorated and well-equipped VIP training rooms inside, I can't help but feel jealous.

An Ziqi's lips curled up slightly, and she glanced at her, "Miss Ling, please show me more."

Seeing Ling Ling's face on the other side, she could guess what she was thinking.

However, she interrupted without explaining.

Life is for oneself, not for others. There is no need to prove to others what is happening between her and Xiao Moli.

A flash of disdain flashed in Ling Ling's eyes, and it was obvious that An Ziqi, who had just been training, was not in his eyes at all.

"Miss Ann, then I'm not welcome. If there is any offense in a while, please forgive me."