After listening for a while, Xiang Hong felt his head getting bigger.
He took the cue from Yin Hui, who had been chattering on and on, and bent over to shoot the cue. After a few crisp sounds, a few balls fell into the hole.
Xiang Hong rubbed the cue stick and paced around the table, looking for the next position. He felt at ease with a trace of nonchalance.
His action interrupted the discussion of the other three.
Lu Chen shook his head and sighed, "Look, what do you call a refined scum? What was an abstinent male god? Our Old Xiang has the appearance of a sinful person."
Yin Hui touched his chin. "I knew it. It's a waste of Old Xiang's talents to be a celebrity. The audience will be crazy over him. I don't think we need to worry about Ding Shan not being interested in Old Xiang. When the time comes, we'll have to be on guard against others snatching Old Xiang away."
