The Friendly Match Started!
Editor: Henyee Translations
When Fu Jiu realized Qin Mo was looking at her, she immediately gave a crafty smile.
And then, her infected eye started to itch, so she raised her hand to rub it.
Qin Mo was faster than the young man. He grabbed his wrist, his side profile looking very pretty. "Don't touch it, there are germs on your hand."
Fu Jiu thought that such a small sickness was even more difficult to deal with then a dislocated arm.
If your arm was dislocated, you just put it back.
Eye infections… They needed time.
Qin Mo knew that young man couldn't bear it, so he took the young man back to hotel while holding his hand.
This shocked Manager Feng, who had just arrived in Tokyo.
He could not figure this out.
But Manager Feng was smart, he knew when to ask and when not to.
Before an official game…
The big manager's return gave such relief to the Supreme Alliance members, who had been gloomy the whole afternoon.
The second day.