Little Buss' tone is rare and formal.

The other party's tone made Wei Xia unable to calm down. He knew that something had happened. But he didn't know what it was.

Just before Little Bus spoke, Wei Xia thought of the future he had already seen.

The Lakers' brilliant future is not his.

There is no photo of a certain season.

So...

"Please tell me."

Wei Xia has thought a lot about his ending in the Lakers.

And this is something he never thought of.

"We decided to withdraw our offer to you," Buss' tone of hardship, as if someone had grabbed his throat, "and did not match any offer on the market."

The blue veins burst out from the back of Wei Xia's hand holding the phone. In an instant, he was so angry that he wanted to crush the phone.

"Why are you here to inform me?"

Wei Xia asked calmly.

"My words may make you feel more relaxed..."

"Thank you, you are so considerate." Wei Xia smiled unconsciously, "Goodbye, Mr. Bass."

“Goodbye, Wish.”

Wei Xia put down his cell phone and gasped deeply. He didn't know what was going on. It was too sudden. So he only looked out the window. The weather was clear, but his career had turned to another intersection.

When a storm strikes, it always stays for a while and then leaves.
Chapter completed!