"Good!"
Hang City, at the Wei Family Mansion. After the Hang City Team scored their second goal, Wei Tiansheng couldn't hold back; he slapped his thigh and shouted his approval again and again in excitement.
It's settled! This one is in the bag.
At that moment, the TV cameras cut to the stands.
"Father, look at that Lin Fan kid—two goals down and he still looks so calm. That brat is really good at putting on a show!" said Wei Jiansheng.
Wei Tiansheng snorted coldly. "The more he pretends nothing's wrong, the more anxious he must be inside. But how could anyone keep up the act forever? The first half isn't even over and he's already two goals behind. Wait till they concede another two—let's see if that Lin Fan kid can keep pretending then. His expression is going to be something to behold!"
Wei Jiansheng laughed. "You're absolutely right, Father. The calmer he acts now, the more spectacular he'll look once he can't keep it up. I can't wait to see it."
