"What's the matter?" Ye Wan'er sneered, suddenly grabbed his keyboard and slammed it on the table, "I'll break up! Lin Mo, you are a waste, do you know? Waste!"
Several keycaps on the keyboard fell apart and rolled to the ground.
Everyone else in the private room laughed.
Lin Mo lowered his head, glanced at Beng Fei's keycap, and then raised his head.
He said nothing.
"Weren't you very good before? Didn't you play games? What about now?" Ye Waner's voice was sharp and sharp, "Aside from playing games, what else do you do? My best friend's boyfriend delivers bags and cars, but what about you? You sit in an Internet cafe every day, smoking and playing games. What else can you do?"
