Suddenly, there was a commotion on the court.
Most people's eyes turned toward the entrance, and Lan Mu's hands tightened on the arms of the sofa, his fingers clenching as his gaze followed the crowd.
A woman appeared in everyone's view, wearing a blue pouf dress and a blue bejeweled mask, her hair done up tightly.
In reality, Yan Zao wasn't much of a big shot in the entertainment industry, but she was definitely a hot topic in the basketball world.
Everyone was craning their necks to see where Yan Zao was situated.
Yan Zao lifted the hem of her dress as she walked to the second row, someone leading the way in front of her.
As she came to her seat and bent over to sit, she felt an unusual pair of eyes staring at her from behind, and she turned her head.
To her surprise, she met a pair of deep eyes... oh no, familiar deep eyes, and a guilty flash passed through her own.
What?
How did this jerk show up?