Fu Jiu paused. She looked up at the man close by.
He was choosing from the rackets that were provided by the court. His long fingers were clad in pure black gloves, and he looked quite professional in his tennis attire. When he looked down, his long and thick eyelashes created a shadow and made him look carefree—very much resembling a handsome celebrity from a TV show.
If he were on a live stream, Almighty Qin's looks would lift his popularity to another level…
Perhaps because he noticed the look coming from the young man, Almighty raised his eyes up suddenly and looked at Fu Jiu. "What now?"
Fu Jiu put the racket behind her on her belt. She was smiling brilliantly, flashing her attractive canines. "Nothing, I just couldn't help looking at the handsome Brother Mo."
Xue Yaoyao, who was listening at the side, felt immensely confused.
Why did she feel that His Highness Jiu was flirting with Almighty Qin?
