Chapter 772 If I’d Known, I Wouldn’t Have Changed My Tune
- Eric Goodwell kept smiling, eyes warm as he watched Ding Zhengsheng, waiting for his next move.
- When Eric’s gaze landed on him, Ding couldn’t help swiping the cold sweat off his forehead.
- He hadn’t expected Eric to kick the ball back to his feet like this. Now he was stuck—either way felt like torture.