124 The Crudest Style

Over in the corner, Huang Shaotian closed his computer. He once again scrunched back into a ball, hiding himself. He evilly snuck out from the darkness. Ye Xiu, who was at the reception desk, had been watching him the entire time and had no choice but to watch as the guy carefully prodded over.

“Why did you retire? Why did you retire?” Huang Shaotian was still asking him.

“If I didn’t retire, you think I’d want to stay in the team to be a training partner?” Ye Xiu asked.