The game between the two sides is fiercely contested, already entering a heated stage.
In the locker room, the entire Nuggets team is trying to lighten the atmosphere.
Everyone sits together, joking about Zeng Xingyang.
"Zeng, your number of companions far exceeds my expectations," Jokic teased, "Can you call them all for a meal after the game?"
"Calling them for dinner, Zeng will probably have a headache, not knowing where to find a restaurant in Denver," Harris echoed with a mischievous grin.
"Forget dinner, just take them to Zeng's villa for a party."
"F*ck, I'm really envious of you."
"How do you allocate your time to ensure they don't get jealous?"
"Hahaha." The locker room burst into laughter, the sound echoing and temporarily dispelling the tension from the game.
Zeng Xingyang just smiled, not engaging in the banter.
"Zeng, my wife is a fan of Taylor Swift, can you get me an autograph?" Pope asked expectantly.
