The well-maintained gym was suddenly filled with tension.
It came especially from the two muscular men who were sweating profusely as they ran on the treadmill. It was as if their hormones were too strong.
Fang Mo'er was stunned.
When she saw that the two of them were ready to fight, she stood there in a daze without knowing how to persuade them.
Very quickly, beads of sweat rolled down Mu Ye's cheeks and his entire gym clothes were drenched.
Although Shi Mo was a little better, he was so tired that his breathing had become heavier.
Even so, the two of them did not seem to have any intention of stopping.
Fang Mo'er was anxious to death.
If they continued to run like this, they would probably lose their legs.
Fortunately, a phone suddenly rang, breaking the awkward atmosphere.
Mu Ye frowned, but he slowed down and picked up the call.
