C117 I'll Write Ten Types First

Lin Yi chuckled. The sarcasm in his tone was obvious.

Piao Shirong wasn't angry. Instead, he quietly sat in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Was he trying to act cool?

This thought suddenly appeared in Lin Yi's mind. He could not understand why Piao Shirong was so calm.

This was the second match. Han Medical had already lost one match. If they lost another match, the match would end