The eSports King’s Crush

Cars that weren't owned by the residents were essentially not allowed to enter.

Hence, even a luxury car like a Rolls-Royce could only park outside the gate.

Under watchful eyes, people were anticipating a wealthy CEO to exit. When they looked over, they didn't expect to see a young child jump out of the car.

Judging by the young child's suit and his obvious aristocratic young master looks, he didn't seem to be an ordinary person.

People saw from afar that, after getting off, the child turned behind and shouted, "Brother, can you hurry up?"

When Feng Nai alighted nonchalantly, he was still looking at his phone. However, his aura was indeed unbeatable. Along with his face, his profile always gave off a refined, distant feeling. "Why are you so anxious?"

He was so handsome!

This was the first reaction of the people watching.

Then, they saw the team uniform on him.

Many people were thinking, "Who is this person? Is he a celebrity?"

A celebrity who had just made his debut?

Why had they never seen him before?

Why was he wearing a uniform?

Fortunately, Mo Bei's apartment block was full of aged people. Most of the residents there were elderly and didn't know anything about eSports competitions.

If many young people had lived there, it was possible that even Mo Bei could've been recognized when she had moved in, let alone Feng Nai.

Right now, the situation was still considered safe.

Little Brother was hugging something in his arms. It was a pile of cold medicine and a few other things. "If I'm not more anxious, what if Little Brother has really fallen ill? Has Little Brother still not replied to your text?" he asked in all seriousness.

Feng Nai mumbled and his brows crinkled slightly.

He was not picking up the phone or replying to any texts. This was indeed unlike that person's style.

After all, Trouble Lin's Little Brother would usually arrange everything properly. He wouldn't carelessly let people worry about him.

Could he really have fallen ill?

At this thought, Feng Nai's eyes darkened. Even his steps became faster than usual.

Instead, Trouble Lin looked slightly baffled. Why was his brother walking so quickly all of a sudden? He couldn't even keep up!

As Feng Nai walked, he did not forget to make voice calls. Still, no one picked up, which made his back view become colder than usual.

Trouble Lin had never seen his brother like this.

It seemed like his brother wasn't totally indifferent toward Little Brother.

The sky outside was completely dark, but moonlight shone on the pure white bed through the curtains. A slender figure arched her back halfway, a pillow placed against her lower abdomen.

Not even the lights in the room were switched on.

Mo Bei lay on the bed. The pain had just lessened slightly. Her back was very sore, and even her legs were heavy. Her entire body was really fatigued, her black choppy locks were wet from her cold sweat, and there was even a patch mark on her back.

She had to let herself sleep for a while.

If she did, she could still get up to go cook some brown sugar water.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again and again.

At first, Mo Bei thought the doorbell next door was ringing. Upon listening on, she realized it was indeed her own doorbell.

Who could it be at such a time?

Mo Bei opened her eyes, looked at the dimness in the room and shifted the pillow away. Perspiration still dotted her forehead but she maintained her basic train of thought.

It couldn't be Wang Dongdong. He wouldn't have come without a call.

Then who could it be?