There's nothing in this world that Mr. Yan can't handle.
When Yan Yan entered the game, he indeed left Fan Xinglan utterly defeated.
He held the cue stick, leaning slightly, his posture standard, exuding a bit of lazy casualness, yet every shot he made went in.
Half an hour later, Fan Xinglan and the others, who had been thoroughly defeated, were in tears.
Why did they invite this freak Yan Yan to join them!
This was simply no game experience at all!
Every time, no matter what they played, as long as Yan Yan participated, they either ended up just watching or were completely crushed.
In the end, Yan Yan held the stick, looking at the few standing motionless on the side.
He raised an eyebrow: "Want to go again?"
They looked at each other.
Quickly shook their heads and waved their hands: "No, no."
Fan Xinglan laughed dryly: "Why don't you play with Little Sister-in-law! She's been waiting on the side for so long!"
