All the guests were stunned. Chu Yue and Bai Ling, who were far away, also straightened up their bodies.
Yikes! The ball went in!
The pink ball was potted into a hole!
A brute-force thrust that sent the white ball bumping around like a headless fly hit the pink ball. And not only that, it even knocked the pink ball into a hole.
Holy moly, how is that possible?
No one could believe their eyes. It was one in a million. Unbelievable. Unacceptable. They never expected something like this to happen.
Xiao Luo stood upright, walked toward Fu Jiawei, and patted his shoulders, "Jiawei, thanks for your blessing. The ball has been potted!"
Fu Jiawei just stood there, unsure of what to do. He broke out in an awkward smile.
Ye Yingying, Fang Shulan, and the rest of the gang looked as if their mouths were stuffed with fish. Their expressions were as awful as awful could be.
