Jack Kiefer immediately became reserved.
In the world of American sports, Chen Yu was a real powerhouse.
Oden was even more timid. After entering the room, he kept his head down and didn't dare to speak.
But Chen Yu, who was seated, suddenly frowned.
'This guy's leg...'
'Does he have a leg-length discrepancy?'
During the previous game, Chen Yu had been too far away to see clearly. Watching him run so freely, it didn't seem like there was any major issue.
But now that he was walking, Chen Yu could spot the subtle limp.
Chen Yu had a very sharp eye.
"Everyone, could you please step out for a moment? I'd like to have a word with Greg," Chen Yu said.
The few people present were taken aback, but they didn't dare to ask why and quickly left.
Only Chen Yu and Oden remained in the room.
Motioning for Oden to sit, Chen Yu smiled. "Don't be nervous. I just want to chat with you for a bit."
