Liou Zhengming's basketball skills aren't bad. He wasn't as fat when he was young and really loved basketball.
But with all the years of entrepreneurship, he hasn't had a chance to play.
Today, picking up the basketball again, he quickly regained his old feel for the game, because muscles have memory.
Even so, his body is no longer what it used to be. After just a few shots, he was gasping for breath, with his left hand resting on his knee, half-squatting and waving his hand repeatedly, "No more, no more, I'm done, let's go back."
"Lame!" Yan Xinrou held the ball at her side and laughed, "Hurry up, or the kids will laugh at you."
Liou waved his hand more vigorously. "Let them laugh. I'm not moving anymore."
"Dad, when you first started your business, you worked so hard and stuck with it. What's a bit of basketball?" Liou Qingcheng energetically ran up, "I'll play with you."
