The cold termination contract was stuffed into his hand, and the edges of the paper made his skin ache.
"Trash with severed hands."
Wang Teng's voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the noisy background sound of the training base and penetrated Ye Feng's eardrums accurately.
His rookie game MVP face showed undisguised sarcasm and pride.
"Remember, never touch a professional keyboard again in this life."
The surrounding teammates and former brothers were all silent at this moment, either sympathetic, indifferent, or gloating about his misfortune.
Manager Li Defa patted Wang Teng on the shoulder and glanced at Ye Feng with a look that looked at garbage. The forged diagnosis of "Permanent Hand Nerve Damage" came from him.
Ye Feng did not argue.
