Wang Chao's scalp prickled too, and he kept backing away. He had seen this woman's ferocity before—when she picked up a broom, she really did beat people half to death.
But hadn't Fan Pingnan said he could handle everything? How had he still failed to stop her mother from charging all the way to the capital?
At least she hadn't called the police...
Judging by the big shots' reactions, Sister Fan clearly had not come here for the first time. She had probably been waiting here to ambush Qin Huachang, while Qin Huachang had presumably been avoiding her all along.
So, see? You really couldn't judge many things by appearances. A few days ago, these big shots had gathered in a small room, drinking tea, playing mahjong, watching matches, discussing the state of the world, and waxing eloquent. They had looked so spirited, so much like true masters.
But the truth was that the training base had huge ultra-HD screens. They could watch matches with the players there, see more clearly, chat more freely, even choose online streams and post live comments while listening to Brother Da Ma brag, instead of listening to Grasshopper's nonsense.
It was only because Qin Huachang did not dare show his face that everyone had kept him company.
That was the truth.
That was how uneven the world could be.
But when Sister Fan turned around, she recognized Wang Chao at once and shouted, "Wang Chao!"
Wang Chao's whole body jolted from the roar, and he immediately could not move another step. He gave an awkward smile. "Hello, Auntie. This has nothing to do with me."
Sister Fan dragged Qin Huachang forward by one hand until she reached Wang Chao, then grabbed Wang Chao's arm with the other. Her lips moved, but before she could