"leave it to you? do you have any ideas?" mu weiwei was confused. " where can we find a suitable racket now? "
when she saw fu linchen, she couldn't help but pretend to be pitiful. she knew that there was no way to solve this problem, so she had accepted the reality.
fu linchen was about to speak when someone knocked on the door.
the assistant walked in from the door, holding a backpack with a racket.
"young master fu, i've brought the things you wanted."
fu linchen nodded and stuffed the backpack into mu weiwei's arms. " check it and see if it fits. this should be the same racket you use. "
"what?"
mu weiwei raised her head and glanced at him in a daze. she took the backpack in a daze and unzipped it with a blank expression on her face. then, she took out the racket from inside.
she subconsciously picked up the racket and waved it in the air a few times. then, her eyes lit up.