"Do you even know what you're doing? Your right ankle is this badly sprained, yet you're still out there playing at such a high intensity. You could cause catastrophic damage to it. Wasn't Celtics legend McHale forced to retire early after playing through an injury in the Finals, which greatly shortened his career and left him permanently disabled?"
"Are you really going to wreck your foot and end your career early over one game?"
Wang Yi joked without a care in the world, "Yeah. Retire early and enjoy life sooner."
Baiyin shot Wang Yi a look as she inserted the needles and said,
"Honestly, how can you still be so flippant at a time like this?"
As they were speaking, Keke, Wang Yi's personal trainer, came in too. She still had a lollipop between her lips, but when she saw how quickly Wang Yi's right foot had swollen up again, she furrowed her brows and shook her head. Her twin ponytails swished back and forth with the motion.
"You're not a kid anymore. How could you let your foot get this bad? Are you trying to get me fired?"
Though she was scolding Wang Yi, Keke's eyes were full of concern.
When she had first met Wang Yi, Keke hadn't had any such feelings for him. After all, Wang Yi was close with her father, and she'd always felt that she and Wang Yi belonged to different generations.
But in reality, there wasn't that much of an age gap between them—only about ten years.
Besides, when you were around a handsome, talented, and incredibly charismatic man like Wang Yi every day, it was hard for any woman not to fall for him.
Her feelings for Wang Yi had gradually shifted from the admiration a child felt for an idol to