Thus he nodded, a smear of a wicked smile on the corner of his lips. "There's no point just playing solo, Captain, let's make a bet."
Mo Huaifeng appeared a little surprised, his brows lifted slightly as he asked, "Make what bet?"
"Whoever loses shall do something for the other, but it cannot be something too much." Ji Zhiyao's gaze carried provocation as he spoke. "How's that, Captain?"
"No objections."
Mo Huaifeng lifted his long legs and stood up, walking towards the side table in the hall. "Bring your laptop over, since it's a solo, there should be an atmosphere of being front-to-front."
Ji Zhiyao unreservedly agreed. "Okay."
As if having thought of something, he looked towards his teammates in the training room who had witnessed the whole course of his bet with Captain with aghast stares and said, "I'm looking for a witness, who wants to volunteer."
