However, in the face of Yao Ran's complaint, Xu Xuan didn't make a sound. Instead, she lowered her head and endured her words.
Rolling her eyes, Qin Jing scowled. "What's the matter with you? Just because you weren't able to pay to block the ball, you push the blame on someone else?"
As soon as she saw Xu Xuan bowing her head, she couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed in her idol. Wasn't Xu Xuan supposed to be a sportswoman?
Why did it look like she was nothing but a doormat?
Not only was she wronged, but she simply decided to do nothing and bow her head. If Qin Jing was in her position, she would've just thrown the racket up in the air and left her.
God, who was in their right mind to help Yao Ran play this game anyway? It was just unrewarding.
Perhaps, the competition was the eye-opener she needed. Qin Jing had always viewed Xu Xuan as this unrelenting goddess. Yet, it seemed, she was just a dormant people would readily walk over.
