Li Qiao stuffed her phone back into her pocket with a complicated expression, took a sip of the mineral water from the table, and changed the subject, "What's his beef with my third brother?"
Shang Yu looked at the girl, slowly stood up with his hands propped on his knees, "You can ask your brother when you're free."
As the words fell, Li Qiao looked up at the man's action of standing, not dwelling on Ou Bai's issue anymore, and shot back, "Wanna play?"
"Yeah, come on over."
...
A few minutes later, Qiu Huan and Ou Bai returned to the court, and upon glancing up, they saw Li Qiao releasing the bowling ball with a perfect stance after a four-step approach.
Qiu Huan stroked his chin and nudged Ou Bai's shoulder, "This girl's pretty good. She's nailing nine out of ten."
Ou Bai's expression had softened a lot, but it still carried a hint of haughtiness, he snorted, "Average."
For the first time in the world, he met a girl who so brazenly claimed she didn't know him.
Who was he?
