"You have done a good job, ZhuZhu! After you failed to reach the semifinals at the Japan Open, you finally managed to get a better result at the Denmark Open. I and your father are proud of you. Even your brother is proud of you too!"
Lin Zhu finally called his mother, and before he could even say anything, his mother had already spoken to him at length.
He was standing on the balcony of his hotel room. The sky outside was dark, but he somehow could only see so few stars. The sky was dark, and it was just like how gloomy and lonely his heart was.
"It's morning here, so it's almost midnight there, right, ZhuZhu? Would you like to sleep now? You'll have another match tomorrow, and you better have a good rest."
