Luo Ywei's face was as dark as water; it was Zhang Fan who had ended his professional basketball career.
Ouyang Feng's words in the entire provincial basketball community were regarded as decrees, and even seeking the coach's help was futile. The provincial team was under their thumb, and the coaches had little say, let alone him.
"Brother Wei, who is this guy?" A coquettish woman followed by Luo Ywei's side. She was dressed in extremely flashy clothes, her lips as red as blood, eyebrows dark as ink, and her face caked with who knows how much powder.
At that moment, she affectionately clung to Luo Ywei's arm, dependent as a little bird, as if she had no bones at all, leaning on Luo Ywei.
Luo Ywei ignored her, but the corner of his mouth suddenly revealed a mocking tone.
Talking basketball with Zhang Fan was sure to be unpleasant for him, but wasn't the scene before him an opportunity for revenge?
