Mo Nan stabilized and was about to speak.
Huan Leng withdrew his gaze: "Who else knows besides me?"
Mo Nan thought he was talking cliche, so he didn't answer.
Huan Leng's eyes darkened: "Do you think you can continue to pretend?"
We've all talked to this point.
Mo Nan knew that no matter what reason he made up, Huan Leng would never believe it.
Since he is here to talk to him, does it mean that there is still a turning point for things.
But back then, when Lu Yifan approached him, he thought so too.
It turns out that the more you talk, the more points you get attacked.
As long as he doesn't admit it, everything is just a cold suspicion.
If it was his own business, Mo Nan wouldn't think about it over and over again, but it concerns Mo Bei.
When it comes to Mo Bei, Mo Nan has always been calm like him.
"What are you thinking?" Seeing that he didn't intend to speak, Huan Leng seemed to remember something and put the phone on the table: "Look at it, there is no recording, and no one else will know what we said, let alone Like last time, someone intercepted the picture of your words, Mo Nan, I am different from Lu Yifan."
When saying the last sentence.
His eyes were deeper than ever.
Mo Nan looked at it, and suddenly smiled. That smile had an indescribable taste, full of scorn, evil, and sadness: "Then why do you come to me today and ask me clearly? It can't be for us. A friendship over a drink."
As he said that, he picked up the wine bottle. He was so handsome that he could even see the lights in the store reflected in his eyes: "Lu Yifan is my best brother. He sold me in order to get the position. Everyone is like this. Those who are irrelevant to you will never hurt you, and only those who are acquainted and trusted by you can trample you to death."
"Huan Leng, I'm not like you. You have a good family background and know how to behave. I will pay for offending so many people because I don't understand the rules."
"The days without games are too gloomy."
"I regretted it, why didn't I listen to Wang Jun, open more live broadcasts and chat with people more."
"Those people like us, but they just want to find a spiritual sustenance online. I satisfy them and treat everyone well."
"You think they really like watching me play?"
Mo Nan laughed: "Find someone similar, and they will like it too. How many people really watch the game?"
"I know everything, and I folded a hand in it. If you ask this clearly, you are reminding me of the stupid things I did."
"Then let me tell you, the person on stage is me."
After finishing speaking, Mo Nan put down the wine bottle, his voice was calm from beginning to end.
Unlike when he was at the beginning, knowing that his hand was injured, he was flustered and afraid of getting angry, and his ambitions could not be achieved.
It's not as if he heard that the team was going to fire him, he humbly wanted to change a chance.
He has grown up.
Know that the past cannot be taken back.
there is nothing.
Even e-sports.
It's not as important as his sister's arrival.
He can't go wrong here.
"If you doubt it, you can check."
After Mo Nan said the last sentence, he stood up: "There will be a game in a few days, and I have to heal my hand injury, so I won't drink."
He must tell Mr. Feng about this and arrange for Bei to leave as soon as possible.
It doesn't matter if you can't play the game.
Those comments meant nothing to him either.
If he killed his sister because of him, he would live in guilt for the rest of his life.
he went through.
He didn't want Bei to go through it again.
His sister is different from him.
That little facial paralysis should have always loved e-sports.
(end of this chapter)