Although Xiao Feng found it strange, he knew it must have been Wang Tingwei's response that made Pei Dengke so overreact.
But what exactly did Wang Tingwei send to Pei Dengke?
Could it be a three-dot photo?
At that moment, a man in his thirties at the next table asked Pei Dengke, "Hey buddy, what's up with you?
Did our national football team break out of Asia?"
Before he finished speaking, his tablemate replied, "Nah, even if they did break out, they'd only take a couple of steps before stopping short of the finish line.
Let's not pay attention to that, drink up, drink up."
"Well, you can't say that, breaking out is progress, what if they win a world championship?"
"Haha, it's not much more likely than me winning ten million in the lottery."
"You... okay, you're right!"
Listening to the conversation at the next table, Xiao Feng couldn't help but sigh internally and suddenly remembered a famous line of poetry.
