South Grant listened, then responded with a hum, thinking he really might know some Qinggong.
"Uncle, where did you find this person? He doesn't seem reliable."
"I saved him once, seven years ago." Nathan Foster said simply.
"Where did you save him? His martial arts are so impressive, why did he need you to save him?"
"No matter how powerful a person is, they ultimately have desires and weaknesses. If your enemies discover your weaknesses, dealing with you is a piece of cake."
South Grant agreed, recalling that in her previous life, she obediently stayed by Nathan Foster's side because he held her weakness tightly in his hands.
"Uncle, do you have any weaknesses?" South Grant seized the opportunity to probe.
"Yes."
"What?" South Grant was curious; Nathan Foster actually had a weakness.
"You." Nathan Foster looked at her.
South Grant froze for a moment, then reached out to place her hand over her chest.
Her heart was pounding several times.
