Feng An Yu stared at his phone, as if contemplating how he should answer Ning Wei's question. He rapped his fingers on the table as he recalled Ning Wei's movement last night.
He could tell that Ning Wei did not play basketball that much. But he could teach Ning Wei a few tricks.
Feng An Yu looked at his phone again and composed his reply.
"I saw your movement last night," Feng An Yu said. "I think I can teach you a few moves just to make you look good for that photoshoot."
Once he pressed the send button, Feng An Yu tossed his phone back on the table.
The document on his computer was no longer his focus. Instead, Feng An Yu was thinking of his meeting with Ning Wei later that evening. He wondered if Ning Wei would be able to grasp what he was going to teach her.
