What was June doing so high up in the air?
He doesn't really know.
All he knows is that they won.
They fucking won!
As he continued to get tossed into the air like a baby who was left all alone with his dad on the weekend, he scanned the studio until his eyes landed on Lin Zhi.
Although he tried his hardest not to show it, there was a slight annoyance in Lin Zhi's face. It was obvious. Even when they were together in the gang, Lin Zhi could hide his emotions very well except for one—anger.
As their eyes met, a small smirk etched onto June's face—only enough for Lin Zhi to wonder whether June knew what he was internally thinking. However, before Lin Zhi could read into it, June evaded his gaze and forced his teammates to bring him down.
"They actually won."
"I can't believe Zeth lost this one."
"No matter how hard I think about it, I can only see this as being rigged."
