After one game of tennis, even the coach watching on the side couldn't help but praise this match as amazing.
Of course, Almighty Qin won.
Fu Jiu couldn't catch up physically, and during the second half, her fair forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. Even her silver hair was damp, sticking to her ears. She lifted her hand and wiped her sweat off, and her mouth curled up into a smile. "Brother Mo, let me take a rest. Let's play another round later."
Qin Mo looked at "him" coldly and casually handed a thermos mug to the young man.
Fu Jiu was indeed thirsty. Human bodies need water after exercise, so she took the mug and downed a few gulps.
The receptionist was shocked all over again!
He silently turned to look at the man next to him.
Today's Young Master Qin was really different!
He was no longer a neat freak!
Fu Jiu drank before realizing that Qin Mo hadn't drunk any water yet, so she handed the mug back.
