As they were walking, Chen Mu asked Angie, "What was your standing after the last playoff?"
Angie, who always had a calm and seasoned expression, flushed unusually red as he stammered, "Fifty-eighth."
"Fifty-eighth…" Chen Mu said thoughtfully, "It must have been hard." Although he didn't know the level of difficulty for the so-called Dongrui Playoffs, he wasn't so arrogant to think it would be easy to go from 58th to fourth.
"There are 60 teams altogether," added Tai-shu Ying, who was following behind. Jiang Ling was covering her mouth and snickering. Tai-shu Ying looked quite displeased as she muttered, "What do you mean 58th? It's third last! Because of that, Grandpa taught Daddy a lesson. Hmph. Ma Hu is just a big-chested, muscle-bound guy with no brains!"
Angie turned green and rushed to correct her. "Being big-chested without a brain refers to women, miss."
