"Zu Peng, you play this round."
Li Feiyu weighed her options internally and concluded that it was impossible for her to achieve a one-shot success for all four long pots.
Since she was destined to lose, Li Feiyu didn't want to be the one to face that humiliation.
Zu Peng was naturally pushed forward by Li Feiyu.
"Feiyu, why don't we just concede?"
Zu Peng was well aware of his own billiard skills.
With Su Mu having set such a high bar, Zu Peng knew he couldn't match Su Mu's level.
Since the loss was inevitable, Zu Peng felt there was nothing wrong with conceding directly.
Moreover, conceding to a superior opponent wasn't shameful.
Besides, Zu Peng had reflected a bit in his heart.
Indeed, he had been the one at fault from the start.
The way Li Feiyu behaved differently around Su Mu was entirely her own business.
From the beginning to the end, it seemed like Su Mu hadn't even given Li Feiyu as much as a straight look.