Uniforms?!
Xue Yaoyao didn't expect that at all. So these were the gifts that His Highness Jiu was talking about?
When she looked over with her head tilted, she saw that even the handsome uncle Yin Wuyao's eyes had changed as he looked at the uniform in his hands.
This was without mentioning Feng Shang. His fingertips were quivering as he was felt the texture of the fabric.
He had seen too many players who were managed by his big brother. Every time he watched the professional association's gaming contest, he saw those players as they sat in front of the computers wearing their team uniforms, tapping on keyboards, and waving their mice. He thought they were the coolest sh*t!
If not for his stuttering… his life might have been different from how it was now.
It was hard not to devalue oneself.
In fact, before he knew his idol, he had been so afraid to communicate with others.
