Linda's house.
Almost at the same time.
The little chubby guy turned on the TV and started watching the NBA live broadcast.
There were also fried chicken and Coke placed on the table in front of him.
If it were in the past, Linda might not have let him eat these, but the heartbroken little chubby guy didn't care.
"Who says you have to be at the scene to watch the game? I can do it here just the same." The little chubby guy snorted, opened the Coke bottle, and poured it into the glass with ice cubes.
He took a big gulp of Coke and bit into a chicken leg, satisfied.
With the blessing of food, the pain of heartbreak was slightly alleviated.
Suddenly, the TV camera switched, and he saw two familiar figures.
Jack rubbed his eyes with his plump hand, "I must be seeing things, my mind is full of her.
I'm really a ridiculous fool.
Wait, fantasizing about Maggie is normal, but why is my idiot brother there too?"
