Looking at the energetic Fan Yian, Wu Bin was very puzzled.
Hadn't this guy just been gasping for air a moment ago?
Why had the way he looked at him changed now, as if there were some life-or-death grudge between them?
But Wu Bin had no interest in wasting time here with Fan Yian, so he stood up and entered the court.
Song Bing felt terribly conflicted inside.
Did they really have to play this darn basketball?
"Old Wu, let's just drop it. Is it really necessary to play basketball? I think everyone's also tired today, so how about we reschedule?"
Song Bing wanted to struggle a bit and tried to persuade them to reconsider.
But Fan Yian was already too riled up at this point.
He directly told Song Bing, "If you don't want to play, you can leave. I won't stop you."
A fire of anger instantly flared up in Song Bing's heart.
Damn, does having money make you so great?
Just because you're rich, you think you can insult people as you please?
