"Oh, Li Wei, I love you."
"Ahhh, Dad, Dad!"
Andrews pinched his voice to mimic a girl, imitating her exaggeratedly by the poolside. The others burst into laughter, cheering for Andrews.
However, Jackson couldn't laugh. His face was clouded with gloom.
Andrews, holding a cocktail, was ready to lie down when he caught sight of Jackson's expression out of the corner of his eye. He sighed softly.
"Lamar, I don't know what happened between you and that guy. Did he steal your girlfriend? Or humiliate you in the pool? But he's just a running back."
"No matter how awesome he is, he's just a running back."
"Maybe this season his glory will fade, and he'll plummet off a cliff. It won't be long before people stop remembering how great he was."
"Look at Bell, look at Little Beckham."
"You're the quarterback. You're the focus."
