After dinner…
Song Fengwan went to the art studio room. Duan Linbai was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching a soccer match, while Fu Chen was sitting at the side reading documents. He reached out his hand and adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses, looking refined and scholarly.
Duan Linbai glanced at him. He's not even near-sighted. Why is he wearing glasses? Is he pretending to be some refined scum?
"F*ck, is there something wrong with this person's brain?! Why is he not cooperating?!" Duan Linbai was agitated. He supported the neck brace on his neck with one hand and pointed at the screen with the other. He was so agitated that his saliva flew everywhere.
Fu Chen was used to it and ignored him.
"If I become a professional player, I'll definitely play better than him."
"Impossible." Fu Chen lifted his eyelids, his expression calm.
"How is it impossible? With my skills…"
"You're not tall enough."
