Feng Shengyang potted one beautifully. Leaning over the table, he cast a sidelong glance at Mu Xiaoxiao.
Mu Xiaoxiao wasn't stingy with her praise as she gave him a thumbs up.
Feng Shengyang chuckled.
At the end of the round, Feng Shengyang had the higher score. The two men kissed up to him, saying, "Young Master Feng, your skills are becoming more and more impressive."
"Even Ah Qi, who went into the top three in the national competition is no match for you."
Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but snigger.
She pointed her fork at the man named Ah Qi, "Really? You won a prize?"
Ah Qi laughed modestly and said, "I only got third place."
Coming in third place in the national snooker tournament was impressive enough!
Mu Xiaoxiao suspected that they might be deliberately letting Feng Shengyang win. After all, Feng Shengyang was their moneybag. How could they let the moneybag lose, and embarrass him?