Chapter 113 (Wenxi, Why) All Zhao Yuan's Hardships Went for Nothing Like the Ever-flowing Yangtze

"After the final match, I can get the "Mo's battle" credit as long as I try my best. And that I can change a more comfortable bed for my father by making use of the considerable champion's bonus. In the next few months, I may not need to worry too much about my father's medical expense." "Maybe, maybe I can join in the selective matches every time later on such that I can transfer my father to another hospital." Zhao Yuan thought to himself while walking on his way to the boxing field, and his hands slightly trembled. Chen Wanxin held his hands and pressed them against her face. The fists' master guarded the fate of his family in the most primitive way. She believed that her thousands of black hair would only dance for him. Zhao Yuan looked at her silently. Her flaming red lips were close at hand, and her pair of bright eyes gazed at him. Now, they only need a passionate kiss to become the hero and the beauty, the universally accepted perfect couple since ancient times.