Surely enough, Yu Lingqian seemed to hear her inner cry and glanced faintly towards Mu Anran.
His eyes shimmered like stars, his cheeks flushed like peach blossoms.
He was the embodiment of a little fangirl!
The corners of Yu Lingqian's mouth lifted slightly, but—
His gaze then began to shift downward slowly, and his straight brows furrowed instantly, the atmosphere around him chilling by several degrees.
The little guy did not know that he would also be at the game.
So, this sailor outfit was definitely not prepared for him.
His deep gaze carried an intense threat as he swept over the basketball court and, as expected, found Bo Tian's figure.
A mocking sneer curled at his lips, "Looks like the lesson I gave last time wasn't enough?"
"Players get ready, the game is about to start!" The referee blew the whistle.
Yu Lingqian and Gu Yichen walked side by side, leisurely toward the center of the court.
