Coach?
Qin Mo was among the audience watching the live stream. His long, slim fingers held a cigarette. He looked at those words and loosened his tie with his hands. His legs were slightly crossed as he sat on his high class armchair made of genuine leather. The corner of his mouth curled up into a freezing arc.
With his ability, he dared to coach his little brother?
Thinking of the clean and elegant operation of that pretty young man, he again took a look at Liang Xuguang, who was full of himself. Qin Mo suddenly realized that his younger brother was countless times better than this guy. He would be even better if he could quit his flirting habit.
Of course, Almighty Qin didn't realize that he had become a maniac obsessed with his little brother.
In the internet cafe, Fu Jiu was wearing black headphones, and she replied with one word and an evil smile. "You."
