She took out her phone to check it and said, "If you can climb up the stairs in one minute, we will let Young Master Han go up."
Han Zhuofeng immediately said, "I have no strength in my arms at all. I am weak, pitiful, and helpless, so I am not suited for this kind of physical activity."
Han Zhuoling: "…"
Han Zhuoli: "…"
"Let Brother Qian go for it." Han Zhuofeng pointed at Wei Zhiqian.
"Ahem. I admit, my fitness won't cut it." Wei Zhiqian had chickened out immediately.
Shi Xiaoya: "…"
Han Zhuoling: "…"
Han Zhuofeng said in a small voice, "No wonder you've been single all this time. So it's because you don't make the cut."
"What the f—" He did not finish saying the curse word and barely suppressed it. Wei Zhiqian, a hot-tempered person, had almost gone over to smack Han Zhuofeng's head.
Who doesn't make the cut!
Han Zhuoli held his laughter back and asked, "Old Zhao, you going?"
