Watching the black luxury car gradually disappear into the distance, the smile on Han Yu's face did not fade.
He slid his hand into his pocket and clenched the business card inside.
"Let's go, you unlucky guy," Han Yu muttered to himself. "Work toward that championship trophy! At the very least, don't let Xingyu down…"
When Rong Xingyu received the good news from Han Yu, he was lazily reclining on the sofa while eating tangerines that Ding Yixin had peeled by hand.
"I knew it! Little Fish would definitely be fine!"
"Mm."
Ding Yixin broke open another tangerine.
The peel of this tangerine was still completely green.
Without even putting it in one's mouth, just the smell alone was enough to make someone's mouth water from the sourness.
Yet the little mermaid seemed as if his sense of taste had malfunctioned, he happily eating one segment after another.
