Nicole wasn't wearing any makeup; she was completely bare-faced.
She shook her head. "Sorry, I'm not wearing makeup."
Wang Yi took Nicole's hand. "Even without makeup, you're the most beautiful woman in the world."
Nicole gave him a blissful smile and used her hand to smooth out her slightly messy long hair.
Then the group sat down on the lawn.
Before Smith could speak, Wang Yi asked, "Did you come to drop off the keys?"
Smith nodded.
"I'd say you came to cash in on my popularity, didn't you?"
Smith laughed heartily. "Talking to smart people sure saves time. But, Mr. Wang, you can't blame me. You're the hottest thing around right now. Who else would I cash in on?"
To be honest, Wang Yi had disliked Stephen A. Smith at first. Later, he'd even beaten the guy up on a show.
But after Smith had honored their bet twice, Wang Yi had come to think he was a decent guy.
Although he often trashed Wang Yi, there was no discrimination in what he said. He trashed him purely for the sake of trashing him.
For the sake of views.
Setting that aside, he was a much better person than those other hypocrites.
Smith continued:
"Four straight championships, four straight FMVPs, and leading your team to the greatest 0–3 comeback in history. Now your movie is chasing records across global charts and may well become the highest-grossing movie in the world."
"Now I have a chance to cash in on your popularity for free. If I don't take it, I'd be doing my job a disservice."
Wang Yi laughed at that. "You really are shameless—and pretty honest, too."
Stephen A. Smith nodded.
"Shameless? Absolutely. In our line of work, if you're still worried about saving face, you won't last long."