"Situ Nan, you... have really let me down, wasted my expression!"
Guo Jingjing pouted, looking utterly disappointed.
"Jingjing, there's definitely something wrong with this ball, I need to check it out."
Situ Nan was in a panic, his beautiful dreams had been shattered to pieces, and if someone had a weak heart, they'd probably faint.
"Hmph, you couldn't throw it properly and now you're blaming the ball, how despicable!" Guo Jingjing glared at Situ Nan with disdain.
Situ Nan was extremely frustrated. He refused to admit he threw too hard; it had to be the ball or the bucket's fault.
Without waiting for the boss's permission, Situ Nan walked toward the large bucket, picked it up, and looked it over for a while, but found nothing unusual.
However, Situ Nan suddenly thought of a question: if it was the bucket's fault, why didn't the previous two balls bounce out?
