Cheng Xingzhi, dressed in an unbranded basketball uniform with a headband, walked over to Lan Mu with ease, and looked down at him, "Let's have a match."
His voice was as indifferent as his expression.
On hearing this, Lan Mu's exhausted body suddenly surged with energy, and he sat up with a carp flip, then bent down to pick up the basketball next to him, cradled it in his arms, and slightly tilted his chin up, the flames in his eyes blazing.
He took a step forward, his icy breath aggressively closing in.
Cheng Xingzhi also tilted his chin up, his towering figure over six feet tall stood immobile, only glancing down at the basketball cradled in Lan Mu's arms before saying to Lan Mu, "If you lose, divorce Zaozao immediately."
At these words, Lan Mu's face darkened.
The next second, his left fist clenched and he ferociously smashed it into Cheng Xingzhi's right cheek.
