It’s Sunday, Li Xuewu won’t spoil him. He doesn’t recognize him now.

"Look at the lake there are ten lotus flowers. If you like it, I advise you to pick nine lotus."

"Grass--"

Yang Jun was not Erbi, so he looked back at the lotus flowers on Tuanjie Lake and almost cursed.

He heard that Li Xuewu was asking him to practice more food and don’t find reasons to mess around.

"Do you play this often?"

I looked at Li Xuewu's rackets and sneakers, but the envy in my eyes could not be restrained.

The foreign codes on the racket, the new styles of sneakers and the unrecognizable logos, are not cheap at first glance, and they don’t look like they were bought in a shopping mall.

That's right, it was Zhang Haiyang who struggled to ask his grandpa to buy it back from the Friendship Store.

He never expected that the sneakers he gave to his father-in-law were put on Li Xuewu's feet.

Moreover, in the eyes of Zhang Haiyang and others, the little white shoes that they were most reluctant to miss were kicked here.

Zhou Xiaobai forced him to pay, but he wouldn't have to ask for it? Isn't it going to waste if he asks it?

Besides, these two pairs of rackets and sneakers cost him more than 100 yuan.

In his opinion, Zhou Xiaobai thought he had given the extra fifty yuan, he would lose money if he took it.

Not only did you lose face, but you also lost your inner self.
Chapter completed!